James Dring - Children of The Bad Revolution lyrics

[Intro] Take me in your fast car Mercedes Kissing on your neck while you're driving He- he doesn't care, I'm always on my Blackberry All the time, all the time, buying into every line [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] We're children of the bad revolution And partying's their 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 [Verse 2] 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 'do you've 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] Run for our lives They got all our chains Let's hope that we merge Create our own games DJ's, rock stars, posers we are The new politicians They're celebrity editions And it's so p**nographic then it's tragic Nothing magic makes us free To be what we wanna be, wanna be [Hook 2x] We're gonna get free