Revolutions

You are not my enemy

You live like a drunk

You're fat, bad and still agree

All this TV Junk

I'm hot like a rhythm - beating the drums

Now I'm a rebel - Stick to my guns

Maybe I'm sick - going out of this hell

Hear my rebel yell

My revolutions shock you through the core

Join me, I open the door

My revolutions for a modern dream

Come let us go to extremes

I'm not your enemy

I fan the flames of truth

Your fate and my destiny

Will change our views

But I'm hot like a rhythm beating the drums

Now I'm a rebel - stick to my guns

Maybe I'm sick - going out of this hell

Hear my rebel yell

My revolutions shock you through the core

Join me - I open the door

My revolutions for a better life

Against all odds I will survive

Maybe I'm a loser baby, maybe I'll be wrong

But I know I will always carry on ...to fight

Go out of this hell - hell - hell

Hear my rebel yell - hear my rebel yell

My revolutions shock you through the core

Join me, I open the door

My revolutions for a modern dream

Come let us go to extremes -

To extremes - to extremes