London s streets are burning red London s calling so they said Mirrors in the underground Dedicated to all the sound A rat army in leather boots Trying to cut down the roots Trying to put us in fire And guilty you will admire
Rocking in, flipping out, emergency exit tonight Funk in the streets of Chicago, out to defy my rodeo The sound is out and screaming loud Speakers on and vibes of life Out again, rock my brain Check my hand, I come again
Radio s on and sound in waves Getting mixed up, on the edge Am i too old to understand Is it me or is it them
Just to have you by my side with all the rock I got inside