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 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 ... urban guerrilla

I'm an urban ... urban guerrilla

I'm an urban ... urban guerrilla

I'm an urban ... urban guerrilla



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