Talking to you like explaining colours to blind!
You are stubborn,you are wild.
You are always singing saxophone.
You smell like the West, so is it all?

You grease puns and all those punks,
I hope that I've already stolen your guns.
You grease puns and all those punks,
I hope that I've already stolen your guns.

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 disappointed
On the ship to Paris, I realized I didn't want it