Tekst:
Whatever It Takes A Fistful Of Revolution

I warn you... One fist full of revolution And it's reaching for a brick And you are the target... One fist full of revolution--rising up And it's reaching for a

? Hey...hey... Tempeture can remind--you of your life A lot of people don't like the city It's too fast for some 96 degree evenings Make it uncomfortable

finally found myself Finally found a place to call home Underground - indoors Very damp - very cold Warm in heart... (And) we find a way to break these chains Find a

2-1-2-3, yeah Green to red And back again So timed Watching like pulling teeth So I will fight the bad fight On what I'll call the good team But in a

[Verse] a rich bastard in his office laughing while his slaves downstairs lives are crashing [Chorus] so take this job asshole and shove it cause,

preference of a human, One can only take so much... So I raise my voice in anger, and I raise my voice in disgust... [Chorus x2:] It takes life for

Clear day burning his eyes: Struck down and wheezing for breath Seamstress hemming my legs: Struck down and wheezing for breath Victims of this modern

a million more out for your neck Make way wild fire Spills like blood On the door step of establishment Make way Wild fire Your lack of skills Result in a

And you want some belief Make yourself think that you're coming over Then try your lies on me... You're such a silly girl Well I can see it right now