In the tube a gang in black.
  Purple stubble and tiger strap.
  They make a stink, some get freaked out,
  by the volume of the mohican sound.
    Mohican tunes, play the fuckin' mohican tunes!
    And down the tunnel in a crew, a girl is dancing to mohican tunes.
  And at the gig the air is tense, cause mohican tunes blow up their brains.
    And down the tunnel in a crew, a girl is dancing to mohican tunes.
  And at the gig the air is tense, a sheer fit hits the audience.
  Switch it on and play it loud, listen to the wildest sound.
  A filthy mob hangs 'round the place. Filth and leather, pins and chains.