The Prodigy know how to pick their subject matter; you've got to give them that.
This is good angry music.
Reminds me of driving a shit car through Penrith (on a bright sunny day, while the birds are singing, of course).
Kick arse!
John.
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You can see me coming from a mile off.
Once again ignite the skyline.
She's gonna be printed on money.
Just like your Royal Family!
( This aint no holiday. )
This time there can be no funeral.
Im vibing, can you feel me!?
We love Rohypnol.
She got Rohypnol.
We take Rohypnol.
Just forget it all.
We love Rohypnol.
She got Rohypnol.
We take Rohypnol.
Just forget it all.
Just forget it all.
This baby's got a temper.
This baby's got a temper.
This baby's got a temper.
You'll never tame her.
You can see me do another parallel.
Better bow down; you're not worthy!
( Hey, get off my planet! Get off my planet! Yeah.. )
Last time I'll be your prisoner.
No name. ( No name! )
No number.
( Revolving. Dissolving. )
Shooting through the trapdoor.
What I think don't matter anymore.
( I'm vibing, can you feel me!? )
We love Rohypnol.
She got Rohypnol.
We take Rohypnol.
Just forget it all.
We like Rohypnol.
She got Rohypnol.
We take Rohypnol.
Just forget it all.
This baby's got a temper.
This baby's got a temper.
This baby's got a temper.
You'll never tame her.
This baby's got a temper.
You'll never tame her.