I'll be your satellite Dance around this room, Let's dance around this bedroom, Let's lock the door behind us, They won't find us Make the whole world wait Dance around this bedroom Like we've only got tonight

No, musical genocide I do not agree, this is not for me I will not commit, nor will I submit To, musical genocide This is not for me, I won't let it be Give me a blues song, tell the world what's wrong Singing his stories of love and pain, woah I do not

I won't stand in line I'd do almost anything if I could make you mine You told me I was one in a million Everything you wanted in this world Every time I turn around I hear tell you paint the town With one of this million other girls Oh, watcha do to me

I'm comin' home to you Oh girl, it seems the whole wide world seems to say Hotels that all look the same Just seem to drive me insane But I can't get away Until I receive a call that tells me that will be all And then I hop a plane It's true, I'm not

The whole world will be different soon The whole world will be relieving Who's got the brain of JFK? What's it mean to us now? Oh, it's sound insurance But I can tell you, this is no lie You, you've been taught We'd been the same, now they got you in

Orbiting your living room, Cashing in the bill of rights This is Radio Clash can we get that world to listen? Interrupting all programs This is radio clash from pirate satellite Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights This is radio clash on

I just begun I'm just a crazy kind of girl I'll tell it to the world Inside me there's something I found I wanna shop around Don't wanna settle down All I gotta say is I just want to have some fun And I'll do it until I'm done

Can you feel it, can you feel it, can you feel it Yes, it's all right Take my message to your brother and tell him twice If you look around The whole world is coming together now Feel it in the air, the wind is taking it everywhere All the colors of the

Tell Mama, all about it Tell Mama, what you need Tell Mama, what you want And I'll make everything alright You thought you'd found a good girl One to love you and give you the world Now you find that you've been misused Talk to me, I'll do what you

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I