Boys, boys be my boy. I wanna feel your body. Boys, boys be my boy. Tonight I'm ready honey. Boys, boys be my boy. I wanna be your lovergirl, Be my loverboy
he's Mexican hard headed like republicans UNDEAD REVOLUTION!!! Undead Revolution, 1 , 2 , 3, GO!!! (chorus) The Server: We got nothing in this world except for you boys
stone" We started talking by the candlelight Her lips get closer to mine We started dancing all around the room Helped by a bottle of wine Hey boys,
our golden calf We borrowed the tune from the hymns of our fathers We are not rebels, just good sons and daughters The revolution came, the revolution
positive then you're underground When you're talking negative well you're all around If you know how fi do the dance then wake the town Dance on the
is where she busts her moves so swell and well she gives the boys a seizure/ (slash)l o l!! she started a new revolution of dance dance it ain't prostitution
eats grapes and F-fucks at his own leisure. And the Funny Man ain?t African, he's Mexican Hard headed like republicans Undead Revolution! Undead Revolution
of the weapon called a microphone Bring the revolution on Broadcasting till the early morn' and Pirate radio rockin' it on Revolution on the dance floor
stressed to sleep but believe Im alive cause death just creeps so I sleep when I die Im screamin out why as I reach for the sky I danced with the devil
we come in the dance We teach reality-ta-tee an' Reality, reality-ta-ta-tee We nah deal with sickness and negativity We come up in the dance in the ruff
know you got a long drop You better cling 'cos it's the done thing Down, down, at the policemans ball They're all dancing in a line Keep on grunting boys
, glamour girls and whiskey, and snow whites already kissed me. The sirens sound, the boys are out. Take over this city. So get up dance the night
better see daylight: night comes on the City so soon. You say you are a christian capitalist, but you dance to a different tune. Jobs for the boys and
know you got a long drop you better cling cos it's the done thing Down, down, at the Policemans Ball They're all dancing in a line keep on gruntin boys
black demise, before we die its time to ride So recognize the revolution won't be televised We serve a living God who never changes, never lies So recognize the revolution
