I’m a cyber-terrorist -
Just how cool is that!?
I’m gonna take on the World Bank
And knock the bastard flat.
The broadband is my minefield!
The command prompt my gun!
The fact is I’m a dickwad,
And so very young.

Number nine
Number nine
Number nine
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Number nine
Number nine
Number nine your meal is ready
Number nine
Number nine
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Number nine
Number nine
Number nine your meal is ready

Rebellion’s not been tried before,
Not that I’m aware:
We’re the first in history!
If not, I wasn’t there.
There was some sort of thing in France -
My teacher once did speak -
It can’t have ever come to much,
And I skipped school that week.

Number nine
Number nine
Number nine
Number nine
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Number nine
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Number nine your meal is ready
Number nine
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Number nine
Number nine
Number nine
Number nine
Number nine your meal is ready

Revolution Nine
Revolution Nine
Revolution Nine
No-one’s ever thought before
The thoughts inside my head!
Revolution Nine
Revolution Nine
Revolution Nine
Before us cyber-terror-kids
No-one sliced their bread!


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Cerebral Knievel song meanings
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