I'm an urban guerrilla
Making bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
And a Street fighting killer
I'm A two-tone panther
Revolutionary romancer
Born under Cancer
Baby, your not the Answer.
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
Can't you understand it?
They took our dream and canned it
It's not the way we planned it
I'm a Cosmic-like conductor
I'm society's destructor
With my bullshit detector
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 guerilla!
I'm an urban, urban guerilla!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!