Lyrics:

I am a foreigner and I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushes you and strangles you right in your sleep

But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class
I think we all know
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through the gypsy part of town
Let's go!

It's the underdog world strike, oh
It's the underdog world strike

And let your Girl Scouts lip-synch about the freedom
Just the way you like them, but soon enough you'll see them
Soon enough they all turn around
And soon enough you'll see them in a different part of town

But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class
I think we all know:
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through the gypsy part of town
Let's go!

It's the underdog world strike, well
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike, well

I am a foreigner and I'm walking through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushes you and strangles you right in your sleep

But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class
I think we all know
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through the gypsy part of town
Let's go!

It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike, well

It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike
It's the underdog world strike