I'm an urban guerilla I make bombs in my cellar I'm a derelict dweller I'm a potential killer I'm a street fighting dancer I'm a revolutionary romancer I'm society's cancer I'm a two-tone panther So let's not talk of love and flowers And things that don't explode We've used up all of our magic powers Trying to do it in the road  I'm a political bandit And you don't understand it You took my dream and canned it It is not the way I planned it I'm society's destructor I'm a petrol bomb constructor I'm a cosmic light conductor I'm the people's debt collector So watch out Mr. Business Man Your empire's about to blow I think you'd better listen, man In case you did not know