Children of the Bad Revolution

Take me in your fast car, Mercedes
Kissing on your neck while you drive, he, he
Doesn't care, I'm always on my Blackberry
All the time, all the time
Buyin' into every lie

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're gonna get free, free
Free, free, free, free, free
Get free

Baby, we are chancers on the scene
Glamour in the gutters, only so RT
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

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 break out of our chains
So cuttin' edge create our own games
DJ’s, rock stars, posers we are
The new politicians dead celebrity editions
And it’s so pornographic
And it’s tragic that the 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 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're gonna get free, oh