Well you can tell by the way I move my feet
That I'm a genuine insurrectionary
It's a kinda nervous shuffle
That contrasts so well
With bolsavic bravado
And you can tell by the way I raise my hand
Not in a fist, but in question
Take out your manifestos
And then put them away
I implore you to ignore
Every word I just say
If my status as a figure
On a stage implies authority
I hope my caution and my age belies
My humility and will to take my rage
And try to turn myself into
A one man land slide!
Let's kick it off with a leafleting campaign
And follow up with some public meetings
Pressing flesh and kissing babies
As I smile and promise
Things are getting better
I am the party!
The apperatchik and the grey bureaocracy
I am the secret police
Manufacturing
A consitiuency
That doesn't answer back!
I found these words
In my bedroom
Underneath
Old magazines
And I found this voice
In my record collection
Distorting tapes kicked an*lysis awake
You found this song
But you didn't question
Swallowed the sleeve
But did not see my tongue
Inside my cheek
I am the polit-bureau
I am
The velvet revolution
It's a Budapest kick on a '56 and so!
Let's all go hand in hand
To the local
Polling station and
Make our own categories
Vote for ourselves!
Vote for ourselves!