Well I remember   You use to say that you want   A revolution   Someday and you wish up up oh   I remember you’d be tied down and screaming   I was this bad boy who never listened   No one else thought anybody could believe in   And you go down   After all the years   Well I remember you’d be tied down and screaming      Santa Monica put up your hands   We surrounding your global stance   The British Army   waiting for command   Santa Monica you got no chance      And the day was a third world   After all these all go to air bags   And you wish up up oh   I remember you’d be tied down and screaming      Santa Monica put up your hands   We surrounding your global stance   The British Army   Waiting for command   Santa Monica you got no chance      And the day ends   With sounds of horizons going vacant   And you wish it back right   I remember you’d be tied down and screaming      Santa Monica put up your hands   We surrounding your global stance   The British Army   Waiting for command   Santa Monica you got no chance      And the day was (Repeat 3X)   And the day ends when you’re tied down and screaming      Santa Monica put up your hands   We surrounding your global stance   The British Army   Waiting for command   Santa Monica you got no chance      You got no chance (Repeat)