Riot Riot Revolution

Hey kid, don't follow me 'cause I don't know Where I oughta be. Hey man, don't bother me, my pocket knife's real Sharp you'll see. 'Cause I am your wayward daughter, Your black-eyed son. I don't know where I'm headed, But I know how to run. My heart says, "Riot, Revolution. Riot, revolution. Riot, riot, revolution." I am a delinquent young. I got a pretty mouth and a dirty tongue. I keep my ear to the ground and I Rave to the ruins of this rancid town. 'Cause I am your wayward daughter, Your black-eyed son. I don't know where I'm headed, But I know how to run. My heart says, "Riot, riot, revolution. Riot, riot, revolution. Riot, riot, revolution." And when I get this feeling, I feel like kicking and screaming. 'Cause I'm lost in a crowd, I feel like Shouting out loud. Riot, Revolution. Riot, Revolution. Riot, riot, revolution. Wanna taste my cherry kiss, but you don't want Rouge on your dry lips. Oh, sir, is that your son with a lit Cocktail and a cop-a-gun? Riot, riot, revolution. Riot, revolution. Riot, riot, revolution. Riot, Revolution. revolution. Riot, Riot, revolution.