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Kid Guerilla Lyrics
Desert rose
In a teenage dream
You were burnt alive
By the heat of the street
It made your head all hot
You couldn't answer the facts
You just don't know
Blow my head off
Kid guerilla
You're such a killa
My kid guerilla
You're such a killa
In a masquerade
You were mesmerized
By the beat of the whip
You swung your legs up high
You couldn't answer them back
You just don't know
Blow my head off
Kid guerilla
You're such a killa
My teenage honey
You're such a killa
Downtime
In a teenage dream
In masquerade
You don't know
In a fantasy
In your teenage dream
Go
Just a little kiss
To make it go away
You lack
Just a little push
To help her come awake
In a masquerade
You just don't know
Blow my head off
Kid guerilla
You're such a killa
My kid guerilla
Make me money
Over and over now
My Kid guerilla
You're such a killa
My teenage honey
Make me money
Over and over now
In a teenage dream
You were burnt alive
By the heat of the street
It made your head all hot
You couldn't answer the facts
You just don't know
Blow my head off
You're such a killa
My kid guerilla
You're such a killa
You were mesmerized
By the beat of the whip
You swung your legs up high
You couldn't answer them back
You just don't know
Blow my head off
You're such a killa
My teenage honey
You're such a killa
In masquerade
You don't know
In a fantasy
In your teenage dream
Go
To make it go away
You lack
Just a little push
To help her come awake
You just don't know
Blow my head off
You're such a killa
My kid guerilla
Make me money
Over and over now
You're such a killa
My teenage honey
Make me money
Over and over now
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Here are the verified lyrics at Musixmatch: Desert rose In a teenage dream You were burnt alive By the heat of the street It made your head all hot You couldn't answer the facts You just don't know Blow my head off
Kid guerilla You're such a killa My kid guerilla You're such a killa
In a masquerade You were mesmerized By the beat of the whip You swung your legs up high You couldn't answer them back You just don't know Blow my head off
Kid guerilla You're such a killa My teenage honey You're such a killa
Downtime In a teenage dream In masquerade You don't know In a fantasy In your teenage dream Go
Just a little kiss To make it go away You lack Just a little push To help her come awake
In a masquerade You just don't know Blow my head off
Kid guerilla You're such a killa My kid guerilla Make me money Over and over now
My Kid guerilla You're such a killa My teenage honey Make me money Over and over now
ISRC CAU130260014
The lyrics to "Kid Guerilla" are abstract and open to interpretation, making it difficult to determine a distinct meaning. The song is a catchy melody with a pulsing beat, but the lyrics suggest a darker, more violent undertone. The first verse describes a "desert rose" who is burned alive by the heat of the street in a teenage dream. The second verse describes a masquerade where the subject is mesmerized by the beat of the whip. The chorus repeatedly calls the subject a "kid guerilla" who is a killer. In the bridge, the lyrics suggest that the subject lacks something and needs help to come awake. The repetition of the phrase "make me money" in the final chorus creates a sense of exploitation. One potential interpretation of the lyrics is that "Kid Guerilla" is a commentary on the commercialization of violence and sex in popular culture. The "kid guerilla" is a product of this culture, someone who has been desensitized to violence and is willing to kill for the entertainment of others. The lyrics suggest that the subject is trapped in a cycle of violence and exploitation, unable to escape their circumstances. The use of the word "kill" could also be interpreted metaphorically, suggesting that the subject is killing part of themselves in order to fit into this violent world. Another possible interpretation of the song is that it is describing the experience of an abused or traumatized teenager Soldier in a war torn region of the world, who has become desensitized to violence. The repeated line "blow my head off" could be interpreted as a desire to escape the pain and feel something more extreme. The lyrics suggest that the subject is unable to process the trauma they have experienced and is using violence as a way of coping. Overall, "Kid Guerilla" is a complex song that explores dark themes of violence, exploitation, and trauma. The lyrics are open to interpretation, but they create a sense of unease and discomfort that is difficult to shake