When the Revolution Comes Songtext
von The King Blues

When the revolution comes Imma be at the front banging a bass drum,
I′ll be drunk as fuck on rum,
Taking out the bacon to the sound of their gun,
So from here to wherever off with their heads take the saw and sever,
On the News at Ten with Trevor,
Forward ever, backward never,
Well they call us mindless?
The problems on my mind are timeless,
Heartache and struggle,
Now you expect there's gonna be trouble,
When the revolution come,
And we′re out on the street chanting scum,
Waving a loaded gun,
Shouting 'I dont want to hurt no-one'

When the revolution comes,
And we rise up from the slum,
Better run boy, better run,
When the revolution comes


You′re damn right I′m a history writter,
Freedom fighter, flame igniter,
No hands feed me so I might bite ya,
Set a city on fire with a lighter,
Cheeky little blighter, shine your light brighter,
Don't cut off your nose just to spite ya,
Never let them conquer and devide ya,
Fight for the right to do what you like-a,
We say no retreat, no justice, no peace,
No army, no police,
Who′s streets? Our streets!
We're gonna come and hook up a generator,
Power up the sound for all the demonstrator,
Finger on the volume, it′s a detonator,
To blow up and blast out our interrogator,

When the revolution comes,
And we rise up from the slum,
Better run boy, better run,
When the revolution comes,