In the tube a gang in black. Purple stubble and tiger strap. They make a stink, some get freaked out, by the volume of the mohican sound.
Mohican tunes, play the fuckin' mohican tunes!
And down the tunnel in a crew, a girl is dancing to mohican tunes. And at the gig the air is tense, cause mohican tunes blow up their brains.
And down the tunnel in a crew, a girl is dancing to mohican tunes. And at the gig the air is tense, a sheer fit hits the audience. Switch it on and play it loud, listen to the wildest sound. A filthy mob hangs 'round the place. Filth and leather, pins and chain