You got yourself a new haircut, brother

You take it the barricade

A brand new spirit and soul

A leather suitcase and a handgrenade

Why don't you take it to the barricade

Holy spirit and burning soul



You and your revolution

Bleeding hearts and the sweet smell of heresy

You and your revolution

Broken bars and chocolate flavoured ecstasy



You got yourself a new pair of shoes

You take it the barricade

A brand new spirit and soul

Burning wheels and a handgrenade

Why don't you take it to the barricade

Holy spirit and sacred soul