Hawkwind

I'm an urban guerilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
My rising-sign is cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
You know we've used all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road

I'm a political bandit
And you just don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It's not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out Mr. Businessman
Your empire is about to blow
You know I think you'd better listen man
In case you did not know