Rhythm To The Rebels

Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling!
The rhythm to the rebels is calling me
Is takin me higher than Id ever be
This old shoes only walk... The dark side of the streets!
Ive been around you but you never knew
Why always so cruel to this invisible fool
Wanna break some rules...? Well... I do!
Calling ! Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling! Calling!
My boes are stiff... My fists are tight!
What place and time to back you up in the fight
No matter what they say, I know what I am
And I know what I like
I got from the street all the wisdom to be young
Reckless with a fast metabolism... Sharp as a knife
And run in the speed, The speed of the light
Is that a woman? Is that a plane?
Is that a woman? Is that a plane?... Big-Jet plane!

Quiet neighborhood, its late afternoon
The clock is tic-tockin and sweat breaks off
Everyones foreheads... Suddenly someone says
'There she goes again... Shes tired of all this
Crap and she has some things to say...'
Im gonna fly away Youll see
Im gonna shine like dynamite
Its gonna blow your brain
And everyone is going to loop up and say
'WHAT THE **** IS THAT?'
Is that a woman? Is that a plane?
Is that a woman? Is that a plane? BIG JET PLANE!
The rhythm to the rebels is calling me
The rhythm to the rebels is calling me
The rhythm to the rebels is calling me
Is takin me higher than Id ever be