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Shell shock, bombs drop
This city’s down on its knees
Tan wasteland
They’re pumping out beauty queens
Hands are shaking
White skies, rivers rise
Filling refugee camps
The names rogue waves washed away in the sand
Hands are shaking
My heart’s racing
Hey message to receiver
I'm taking it higher
M.I.A. like a spaceman fugitive
I’m not coming down
Backseat, body heat
Sneaking out of the dance
The next Gen-X
Are hoping they got a chance
Sweat I’m tasting
My hearts racing
Hey message to receiver
I'm taking it higher
M.I.A. like a spaceman fugitive
I’m not coming down
I’m breaking up, radio silence
Lights go out and all is quiet
But in my head there’s a screaming anthem
There’s gotta be more worth fighting for
Hey message to receiver
I'm taking it higher
M.I.A. like a spaceman fugitive
I’m not coming down