Midnight Revolution

Hey, not quite radical chic, oh babe Dad is a Socialist and he gave me A cossack hat every birthday Ain't got no tycoon flag to burn But I got a collection of Coca Cola cans Baby, let's crash them! Oh Lord, revolution broke out in the street We could be a new army In the name of peace Hey girl, hey what happened? You disappeared Oh, one thousand million All star that March Not even this is enough for you? The Clash would be by our side Oh "Branca Branca Leon Leon" Even my sisters are joining Hand rolling tobacco for everyone Oh Lord, revolution broke out in the street Neckerchief on your mouth Join and clanch your fists Don't blame me, baby I'm not radical chic I'm trying to understand Why our eyes are in tears Are we in love or is it just gas That makes us weep? Here for the children we have not Here for the memory we've lost I'm trying to talk 'bout something else And stomp my feet But I just need to wear my All Stars Prompt for the sprint I'm from the south, he's from the east She's from the north, they're from the west Joe Strummer would've incited us Was he radical chic enough? La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la