Mothermania - Spirits of Molotov lyrics

co*ktails smashing on the emba**y, In the streets the freedom fighters and me Chucking rocks over broken bones At riot gear and cellular phones Mitch Golada and his civil rights Has turned to bombs and bloody fist fights Standing there in the chaos and strife The best time of my fookin' life Turn over and beg for vilification Roll over for industrialization Guns and spirits are going of The black cause, and Molotov Rum-Rum, E-man, and Frank Be Nice They want to blast and want to roll the dice The powder keg and the nuclear head Are in the truck but the driver is dead He wanted to blast and roll the dice Send his soul to the father and christ Turn over and beg for vilification Roll over for industrialization Listen you will hear, the sounds of change draw near The end is just in sight, yeah yeah yeah fight! Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov, Spirits of Molotov.