Malarkey - Democracy Rock

Major was fifteen when she heard the siren call of
The Pistols on the pirate radio
Waiting for that glow to take her away
Her feet start stomping and her head sways

Burning down the house sounds good
When your '45 spins like a '78
Every malady looks like a nail
A Colt 45 is never the answer
Democracy Rock!
Democracy Rock!

Jung-Hyeon was rebel when he grew his hair long
In the days of concrete and cement
People always said he would get in the way
And his music wasn't quite the ticket yet

Burning down the house sounds good
When your '45 spins like a '78
Every malady looks like a nail
A Colt 45 is never the answer
Democracy Rock!
Democracy Rock!

They finally caught Major in 1981 and they
Thought they would make an example
The world kept turning and time kept marching like the
Boots at the secret policeman's ball

Burning down the house sounds good
When your '45 spins like a '78
Every malady looks like a nail
A Colt 45 is never the answer
Democracy Rock!
Democracy Rock!

Written by:
Caitlin O'Neill, Dan Lloyd, Jonathan Amey, Kevin D'Abramo, Wil Rawlins

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