Jules, Jules, Super Jules, and boy in the back
Going into hell to get some people out, Ananda
It will be power packed with force
Staging the plaguing of the raised platform
Against the seventeen winds and the two twin twelves,
All the goodness that the westen world held.
Counteraction, like a pip for the core,
And to the mopped floor it is a heavy metal war.
And then the
Staging the plaguing of the raised platform.
There'll be no light until the morning comes.
And the, the presidents that you are against
And consequence that it may all go wrong.
And then the hour we bricked walls
That will leave us for done for,
The dope dope and the collar you work for;
There'll be no stopping, there'll be a new war.
Staging the plaguing of the raised platform.
And then the...
Late penalty and then that wins the '74 cup...
Well, hit them lord with the Baltic Force,
Whack them lord, bones point, fully borne.
Stick 'em lord, let them roam and curse.
Every day a new star born.
Staging the plaguing of the raised platform.
Making the dope dope and the dope dope,
And then they're...
Many a damned soul 'a jaanaas' a new level,
And then the helping hand can only be yours.
Rock on and then the,
Raise the millions.
Staging the plaguing of the raised platform.
No light until the morning comes.
And then the...
