Gonna do what I want and that's what's up
Ain't looking for a man to hold me up
Black coat, pink balaclava
Throw back a double and we'll go out
Woo!
We're Molotov Girls and we alright
Dance it out 'til the streets heed the night
So tired of being told to keep polite
This is called being alive
Yeah!
Skip past the snake and I'm up on the street
We feel the lights are on us, we feel the heat
Three sparks hit the kerosene
Let them lonesome pretty girls throw their bodies into the machine
We're Molotov Girls and we alright
Dance it out 'til the streets heed the night
So tired of being told to keep polite
This is called being alive
We're Molotov Girls and we alright
Dance it out 'til the streets heed the night
So tired of being told to keep polite
This is called being alive
We're Molotov Girls and we alright
Dance it out 'til the streets heed the night
So tired of being told to keep polite
This is called being alive
We're Molotov Girls and we alright
Spark it up until the streets burn all night
So tired of being told to keep polite
This is called being alive
