| Hawkwind | |
| Lyric Book | |
| Urban Guerilla | |
| ( - Brock - ) | |
| I'm an urban guerilla | |
| 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 | |
| I'm society's 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 of 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 | |
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