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Victorian Turrets of wealth and empire greedPaid by the sweat of trade and colonial griefA medieval curse stains this landThe middle ages never seem to endCaravaggio cursed lesser menDrew his sword and murdered some of themRevenge is a dish best served coldAn artist lives life with his own rulesFighting in the dancehall, fucking in the streetsWhen he dance the two step, he step on her toesOn foreign trips he step on their toesHe was shot down dead deep in the jungleNow he lives on a million bed-sit wallsBlack sheep black sheep, black sheep radicalRudie Rudie is an icon nowClassic photo captured in freeze frame,Deep set eyes - A rock 'N' roll JesusHe was caught on Korda's camera lensNow he lives in a million ad campaignsBlack sheep black sheep, black sheep radicalRudie Rudie is an icon nowLetras de cancionesDanger! danger! You'd better call the copsIncendiary chords are never gonna stopWe need righteous music to punctuate the dinWe need something loud to make us sing!The more you know, the less you needThe more you own, the less you seeThe more you want, the less you haveAll we got is rebel songs...In a world of plastic trashOf cheap, cheap stuff and petty flashI was living too fast in an endless chemical rushThe more you know, the less you needThe more you own, the less you seeThe more you want, the less you haveAll we got is rebel songs... From Letras Mania