Urban Guerrilla Songtext
von Primal Scream
Urban Guerrilla Songtext
I′m an urban guerilla
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
I′m society′s cancer
I'm a suicide bomber
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
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
I'm a political bandit
And you don′t understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It's 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. Businessman
Your empire′s about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man, in case you did not know
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Let′s go man
I'm an urban guerilla
I make bombs in my cellar
A derelict dweller
A potential killer
A street fighting dancer
A revolutionary romancer
A pro-Black panther
A suicide bomber
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
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
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
I′m society′s cancer
I'm a suicide bomber
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
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
I'm a political bandit
And you don′t understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It's 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. Businessman
Your empire′s about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man, in case you did not know
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Let′s go man
I'm an urban guerilla
I make bombs in my cellar
A derelict dweller
A potential killer
A street fighting dancer
A revolutionary romancer
A pro-Black panther
A suicide bomber
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
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Urban guerilla
Writer(s): David Brock, Robert Newton Calvert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com