Last Freedom Fighter

歌詞

Sounds like this, It's about time, coz some of us are gonna have to Sharpen your wits and harden your fists for the 90s. Gonna be some of us versus high and mighty. Surely we can't be a first world people? Boy! The dose we were given must have been lethal. We've all been asleep for a very long time. Remember Sleeping Beauty? One little pin prick, she's off to sleep. But, oh ho, these freaks have gone too far. Well, let's see. It's rocker's time now. Europe's on the march again, Although in a crisis, Still can't seem to find the last freedom fighters, Turntable terrorists, Playing lyricists, The plague for today. The call for it to be done sinister, Well I'll try, Who, me? Or the ministers. (All mother fuckers) Renegade solos detects devious devices seems to be the world's first scam, Or scheme. Whichever way. Now you see how quick things of so called times change, huh? The ever-so-under your nose passers by didn't even know the cycles move. Hell, yes. Well I'm moving it, And so keep on stamping my feet. Gimme 5 said the wonderer. I said if you mean give you 5 pence, they're too small to detect. After all, money's not meant to last, is it? Disappearing fast just like our surroundings. But do you think it was meant to be that way? Sometimes you'd think it was made. Made? Yes, a maid, even. To clean around the place? I tell you what. They'll have to try harder. His colour's white but his hands are still dirty. Sounds like, sounds like this. Sounds like this. Turntable terrorists. Turntable terrorists. Turntable terrorists. Movin it, Movin it, Movin it, Turntable terrorists. Movin it, Movin it, Movin it, Turntable terrorists. Movin it, Movin it, Movin it, Turntable terrorists. Movin it, Movin it, Movin it, Turntable terrorists. Renegade thunder style, ruff like a bolo. Renegade thunder style, ruff like a bolo. Renegade thunder style, ruff like a bolo. Let the techniques to move into a solo. Renegade thunder style, ruff like a bolo. Renegade thunder style, ruff like a bolo. Renegade thunder style, ruff like a bolo. Let the techniques to move into a solo. Sun down. Sun down. Conjurer, the last freedom fighter. Conjurer, the last freedom fighter. Sun down. I first saw him in Warsaw, back in '43. Saw him again, in Algiers in '59, and Paris in '68. My cousin saw him in London in '76. He's in Soweto, Palestine, and Kurdistan. Conjurer. I heard he was in south central Los Angeles, back in '92. That in times of crisis, still can't seem to find the last freedom fighters.