Letras
You want it I can see it
Like a break through a police station window
I never tasted anything that tasted this good
That tasted this good
This could be the sweet taste of passion
This could be divine flavour of revolution
This could be the sweet taste of passion
This could be divine flavour of revolution
I want it, it's so fucking obvious
Like a mail bomb to our favourite corporation
Or the exposure of
Capitalist murder and exploitation
Or hand a tortured, sad face that I can't wait to see smile
Break out in laughter and say those fascists are doomed to die
Those fascists are doomed to die
Those fascists are doomed to die
And I tell myself that this is pretty fucking dumb
These words just trivialize and banalize
And I tell myself that this is pretty fucking dumb
These words just trivialize and banalize
We have seen the ways
Conservative and lame
Promised them that we
Shouldn't let this become
Trenchalistic
Silly and tame
In any way
We want it in so many ways
Like a touch on the lip, a brick and a cocktail
And we won't scream that they won't
Know and they won't know what hit them
What hit them
A smash bank, a riot and a clenched fist
A heartache, a class war ended with a big kiss
A smash bank, a riot and a clenched fist
A heartache, a class war ended with a big kiss
