text: Take pity on two-tone Eddie
  His hair was never right
  He used to be cool with a glint in his eye
  But he lost it overnight
  Spinning word is changeing, things are rearranging
  But Eddie says to me
  Nothing wrong with the way it was
  Thats the way its meant to be
  Up the revolution
  Were all prepared to die
  Up the revolution
  That was the battle cry
  Theres going to be Hell, Hell to pay
  Theres going to 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
  Were all prepared to die
  Up the revolution
  That was the battle cry
  Theres going to be Hell, yeah, Hell to pay
  Theres going to 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
  And 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
  Were all prepared to die
  Up the revolution
  That was the battle cry
  Theres going to be Hell, Hell to pay, yeah
  Theres going to be Hell, Hell to pay, oh
  Theres going to be Hell, Hell to pay
  Theres going to be Hell, he he, he he he