Headphones on my head John Peel's show Feels like ten below The sky's a dull gunmetal Where did the sun go? And it rains and rains Feels like ten below
Molly As soon as l'm able to plank the cash down. chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders, We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
revolution I?m fed up with being pushed around We gotta fight back! And start a revolution It?s about time that we stood our ground You see, it was ten
to my mother Reputations, really makes people wonder Can I take em, shake em, one time But I won't lose composure, freeze when I froze ya Thirty-two below
