The sound of the weapon called a microphone
Bring the revolution on
Broadcasting 'till the early morn' and
pirate radio rockin' it on
Revolution on the dance floor
Tell me what you fightin' for
because this DJ gonna keep you alive
Forget about your troubles and your 9 to 5
With the rhythm of the funk
The pump the bump
People have you arrived
From the place you left, trying to forget
all the things you sweat
the job, the bills, the phone, the spills
somebody hand you a hand full o' pills
so you hold 'em up, pop 'em down
ya head's like a record going gonk a gonk
the beat keeps bumpin' pound for pound
and the whole wide world try to beat you down but
sound system here's a warnin'
sound system turn it on and
sound system microphone and
Babylon system soon come down
sound system here's a warnin'
sound system turn it on and
sound system microphone and
This system gonna rock this town
Drug dealers-teachers-preachers
All are believers
Stock brokers, law enforcers
Late night cokers
Arms dealers, man stealers,
Big wheelers, Three piece stealers
also politicians ha ha everybody on a mission
choose your poison, girls and boys all make your choice and
call the doctor, he ain't never on vacation
gonna send medication, knows you jonesin' disco addiction
mainline? bass line
show me what your workin' with
show me what your workin' with
(chours)
All night from the day you're born
All night 'till the early mornin'
All night from the day you're born
All night 'till the day you're gone
All night from the day you're born
All night 'till the early mornin'
All night from the day you're born
This system gonna rock this town
Bedroom, putting on a uniform
Dialing the numbers on a xylaphone
Starin' at the mirror watch you transformin'
Makin' sure they all know you all alone and
Rollin up a twenty gonna blow the horn
Late night ticket for the unicorn
Everybody lookin' for the same old porno
Could a DJ save our soul now?
show me what your workin' with
show me what your workin' with
(chours)
