HELL to Pay

Take pity on two-tone Eddie. His hair was never right. He used to be cool with a glint in his eye. But he lost it overnight. The spinning world is changing. Things are rearranging. But Eddie says to me. Nothing wrong with the way it was. That's way it's meant to be. Up the Revolution. We're all prepared to die. Up the revolution. That was the battle cry. There's gonna be hell. Hell to pay. There's gonna be hell. Hell to pay. Eddie was a die-hard rebel in the good old days of way back when. A cigarette was cool and all the kids in school could read and count to ten. Everyone said he had a future bright of that there was no doubt. He never could make us understand what the rebellion was all about. Up the revolution. We're all prepared to die. Up the revolution. That was the battle cry. There's gonna be hell. Hell to pay. There's gonna be hell. Hell to pay. Two-tone Eddie drew up battle plans for making love not war. Everybody laughed at the fighting in the street from behind a guarded door. It came to nothing when it all went down and the band began to play. Another plan. Put your head in the sand live to fight another day. Up the revolution. We're all prepared to die. Up the revolution. That was our battle cry. There's gonna be hell. Hell to pay. There's gonna be hell. Hell to pay. There's gonna be hell. Hell to pay. There's gonna be Hell