[Verse 1]
A generation of rebels with too many causes
There's smoke in the air and we're all getting nauseous
If melanin colour's worth killing a goddess
We'll take to the streets and you'll see who the boss is

Sitting so high in your ivory tower
Six thousand die every 24 hours
Feeling kinda helpless while they fuck us
Then they tell us that we're dangerous, say we're extreme
Babe, we don't even еat meat

[Chorus]
Keep talking back, oh you think you're so hard
Blood on your hands, oh you took it too far
House madе of glass and you laugh at the pebbles
The kids are all rebels saw you dance with the devil

[Post-Chorus]
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