In the tube a gang in black. 

Purple stubble and tiger strap. 

They make a stink, some get freaked out, 

by the volume of the mohican sound. 



Mohican tunes, play the fuckin' mohican tunes! 



And down the tunnel in a crew, a girl is dancing to mohican tunes. 

And at the gig the air is tense, cause mohican tunes blow up their brains. 



And down the tunnel in a crew, a girl is dancing to mohican tunes. 

And at the gig the air is tense, a sheer fit hits the audience. 

Switch it on and play it loud, listen to the wildest sound. 

A filthy mob hangs 'round the place. Filth and leather, pins and chains.