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Take pity on two-ton 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, times are rearranging

But Eddie says to me

Nothing wrong with the way it was

That's the 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, yeah, 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 streets

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 the 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