I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising sign is Cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road
I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
I'm an urban, an urban guerrilla
Alright
Listen
You've gotta stay cool, now
You've gotta stay cool
You've gotta stay cool
You've gotta stay cool
You've gotta stay cool
You've gotta stay cool, 'cause I think you're gonna blow it
You've gotta stay cool when you're walkin' on the streets now
You've gotta stay cool when you're lookin' in the alleyway
You've gotta stay cool when you're creepin' in those office blocks
You've gotta stay cool when you're lurkin' in the factory
You've gotta stay cool, got a machine gun in my hand
You've gotta stay cool I wanna blow up all the
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