Lyrics

The city's show-stoppers Face first into poppers On the other side: the rockers But we know I cannot roll with them Make some rumpus now! The one and only answer Shoot every petty dancer Now! Now! Now! Mercery killings - the last solution I interrupt each execution: "Please cut of my head, Sir So I'll never have to think of her" A griot-riot, a revolution To stop emotional pollution And shoot every petty dancer Now! Now! Now!