Mr. Mr.

We sail seas when it's the deepest, yeah We climb up high onto the mountain top So understand that in the teachings They paved a road and it'll never stop Give me the luck that you take over Well on a way it's a part of ya life What misfits are made of You understand, I said Mr. Mr. pleased to meet ya Oh yeah 'cos I'm born again Mr. Mr. pleased to fucking meet ya Oh oh yeah cos I'm born again Ayo it's cold weather My fingers icy but it's all leather Your eyes deceiving you prophesying from story tellers' fiction All your words are plastic sounding mannequins Comically delusional maybe they need some aspirin One man's legacy all to preach I'll keep alive Born enslaved to silence the silence but I survived Don't minimise your livid eyes under persona That live a lie it's televised causing commotion Mr. Mr. pleased to meet ya Oh yeah 'cos I'm born again Mr. Mr. pleased to fucking meet ya Oh oh yeah 'cos I'm born again Oh yeah 'cos I'm born again Oh oh yeah' cos I'm born again What do we do yeah It's an illusion yet again It's our revolution and they know it What do we do yeah It's one for the souls who rise again It's our revolution and they know We're coming again It's a revolution Mr. Mr. pleased to meet ya Oh yeah 'cos I'm born again Mr. Mr. pleased to fucking meet ya Oh oh yeah 'cos I'm born again Mr. Mr. pleased to meet ya 'Cos I'm born again Mr. Mr. pleased to fucking meet ya Oh oh yeah 'cos I'm born again