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