idst Revolution

Talking to you like explaining colours to blind

You are stubborn, you are wild

You are always singing saxophone

You smell like West, so is it all?


Your grease puns and all those punks

I hope that I've already stolen your guns

Your grease puns and all those punks

I hope that I've already stolen your guns


Let the fight begin!


They pulled out their phones to take picture of you

Bleeding in the corner

They blew the horns, they are new crew

Revolution is over

Anarchy in the streets, anarchy at the home

Even I'm disappointed

On the ship to Paris

I've realized I didn't want it