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I'm an urban guerrillaI make bombs in my cellarI'm a derelict dwellerI'm a potential killerI'm a street fighting dancerI'm a revolutionary romancerMy rising sign is CancerI'm a two-tone pantherSo let's not talk of love and flowersAnd things that don't explodeWe've used up all of our magic powersTrying to do it in the roadI'm a political banditAnd you don't understand itYou took my dream and canned itIt is not the way I planned itI'm society's destructorI'm a petrol bomb constructorI'm a cosmic light conductorI'm the people's debt collectorSo watch out Mr. Business ManYour empire's about to blowI think you'd better listen, manIn case you did not know From Letras Mania