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.

[Chorus:]
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.