"Hell To Pay" lyrics

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 changing, things 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, yeah
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay, oh
There's gonna be Hell, Hell to pay
There's gonna be Hell, hehehehehe