[Intro]
D. W. Love [?]
[Verse 1]
Well, he stashed a bag of swag in the boot of his Beamer
Walked into the bar, asked, "Anybody seen her?"
Two-bagger Billy said, "You heard the news?
She was waltzing down the frontline, she was wearing no shoes"
He drank a Budweiser beer and a Jack Daniels chaser
Said to Two-bagger Billy, "Man, I'll see you later
Well, I got me some business, that I gotta attend to"
When he met her on the corner she was ready to rumble
[Chorus]
Want to build a barricadе with you
Watch the molotovs fly through the Metropolis sky
I'm gonna spray paint thе city in Situationist graffiti
Want to build a barricade with you
Want to build a barricade with you
Watch the molotovs fly through the Metropolis sky
I'm gonna spray paint the city in Situationist graffiti
Want to build a barricade with you
Burn, baby, burn
[Post-Chorus]
Rock Seattle, rock Praha, rock Gothenburg
Rock London, rock Genoa, 'til the whole damn world's heard
That the IMF was deaf, and the World Bank is blind
We'll rock, again, and they don't pay us don't mind
The localising, advertising, nuclear bomb riding
Scorpio-rising D. Wayne Love
[Verse 2]
So we scored a bag of joy off the grave-digger's daughter
Clocked the back-slapping coppers coming out of the whorehouse
One-hit Terry, dissing Indonesia
Flogging knock-off Nikes to some kids down from Cleveland
Everybody's cooking 'cause Frankie got deported
While the gangsters in their uniforms kept on a-walkin'
Put a brick in her hand, said, "Let's go try our luck"
And I'll gamble a gram that we don't get busted
[Chorus]
Want to build a barricade with you
Watch the molotovs fly through the Metropolis sky
I'm gonna spray paint the city in Situationist graffiti
Want to build a barricade with you
Want to build a barricade with you
Watch the molotovs fly through the Metropolis sky
I'm gonna spray paint the city in Situationist graffiti
Want to build a barricade with you
[Post-Chorus]
Rock Seattle, rock Praha, rock Gothenburg
Rock London, rock Genoa, 'til the whole damn world's heard
That the IMF was deaf, and the World Bank is blind
We'll rock, again, and they don't pay us don't mind
Rock Seattle, rock Praha, rock Gothenburg
Rock London, rock Genoa, 'til the whole damn world's heard
That the IMF was deaf, and the World Bank is blind
We'll rock, again, and they don't pay us don't mind
[Outro]
[?]
In SW9, motherfucker
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