paroles de chanson Revolution - idst

Talking to you
Like explaining colours to blind
You are stubborn
You are wild
You are always singing saxophone
You smell like West
So is it all?

Your grease puns and all those punks
I hope that I've already stolen your guns
Your grease puns and all those punks
I hope that I've already stolen your gu-u-ns

Let the fight begin!

They pulled out their phones to take picture of you
Bleeding in the corner
They blew the horns, they are new crew
Revolution is over!
Anarchy in the streets, anarchy at the home
Even I'm disappointed
On the ship to Paris
I've realised I didn't want i-i-it