Who are you? Your skin cuts.. it bleeds Then is clear before the new day is through Who are you? You've opened the door before I've rung the bell Who are you? I won't tell Are you the Rebel of Love? Your soul shines You give love such respect Like part of a strange sect Or some new religion The boy a new toy Takes the razor and shaves his head Removes the emblem from his chest And lays it to rest upon his bed Urban warrior, angry, bitter and ignored Your behaviour doesn't go with your face Your body doesn't move the way your mouth behaves But there's a taste in my mouth Mean machine what a dream And going to waste Your behaviour doesn't go with your face Your body doesn't move the way your mouth behaves But there's a taste in my mouth Mean machine what a dream And going to waste He left us wanting more It's blatantly obvious his every move Scored the highest score He moved He moved He moved in body and soul In body and soul He moved He moved He moved in body and soul In body and soul He moved He moved He moved in body and soul In body and soul
