Children Of The Bad Revolution Songtext / Lyric

Children of the Bad Revolution Songtext
Take me in your fast car Mercedes
kissing on your neck while you're driving
doesn't care I'm always on my Blackberry
all the time, all the time buying into every line I'm a flashy little lush, but he thinks I'm really fine
notorious and wild takes me where I'm gonna shine Where the bad boys roll hard
dressing like James Dean
and the vixen starlets
feels so good to be

We're children of the bad revolution
and partying's the only solution
in our minds there ain't any confusion
about who we are and what we're gonna be
we're gonna get free, free, free, free, free, free, free
get free

Baby we are chancers on the scene
glamour in the gutter's only so arty
sick graffiti artists and tabloid queen
mix it up, mix it up
every dude you ever seen

We're acting really tough
like the world belongs to us
'cause it does, yeah, it must
what we do creates the buzz

Where the bad boys blow smoke
just like they're James Dean
and the it girls blow kisses
just like Marilyn

We're children of the bad revolution
and partying's the only solution
in our minds there ain't any confusion
about who we are and what we're gonna be
we're gonna get free, free, free, free, free, free, free
get free

We run for our lives
they got 'em in chains
let's hope that we merge
create our own games
DJ's, rock stars, posers we are
the new politicians
they're celebrity addition
and it's so pornographic
then it's tragic, nothing magic makes us free
to be what we wanna be, wanna be

We're children of the bad revolution
and partying's the only solution
in our minds there ain't any confusion
about who we are and what we're gonna be

We're children of the bad revolution
and partying's our only solution
in our minds there ain't any confusion
about who we are and what we're gonna be
we're gonna get free, free, free, free, free, free, free
get free

We gonna get free, oh