A.G.G.R.O.
The Aggrolites
Across the sea, they would wait
For revival music [?]
[?] would scream from the back
[?] like a heart attack
Meanwhile back in town
The people were grooving, digging that sound
We push it harder, they had to know
And it made us all so damn aggro
A! G! G! R! O!
A! G! G! R! O!
We left so dirty you couldn't get clean
When that filthy organ would start to scream
And the drums was pumping that funky beat
And people started grooving up and down that street
That heavy rhythm must have weighed so proud
Somebody in the back yelled, play that aggro sound
A! G! G! R! O!
A! G! G! R! O!