Children of the Bad Revolution

Take me in your fast car Mercedes

Kissing on your neck while you drive, hehe

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, dressin' 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 gonna get free, free, free, free, free, free, free

Get free



Baby, we are chancers on the scene

Glamour in the gutters, 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 our only solution

In our minds there ain't any confusion

About who we are and what we're gonna be

We 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

DJs, rockstars, posers, we are

The new politicians; the celebrity additions

And it's so pornographic

And it's tragic, but the magic makes us free

To be what we wanna be, wanna 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 children of the bad revolution

And partying's our only solution

In our minds there ain't any confusion

About who we are, what we're gonna be

We gonna get free, free, free, free, free, free, free

Get free

We gonna get free, oh