Lyrics
I am a foreigner, and I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to, I see the same deeds
Inherited by few, a power machine
That crushes you and strangles you right in your sleep
But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class
I think we all know
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through the gypsy part of town
Let's go
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
And let your Girl Scouts
Lip-synch about the freedom
Just the way you want 'em
But soon enough you'll see them
Soon enough, they all turn around
And soon enough you'll see them
In a different part of town
'Cause, be it me, or it's you, the leisure class
I think we all know
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through the gypsy part of town
Let's go!
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
I am a foreigner, and I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to, I see the same deeds
Inherited by few, a power machine
That crushes you and strangles you right in your sleep
But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class
I think we all know
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through the gypsy part of town
Let's go
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
It's the underdog world strike
