To the Marxists and the police To the junkies in the streets To the gangsters in our towns And the others underground To the prostitutes and who*es To the self-admiring bores To the drinkers in a drought And the writers steeped in doubt To the bailiffs and their bills To the child whose thoughts could k** To the veteran who fights All his demons late at night To the bloody and unbowed Fanatics and their vows All the taxes we don't want To the idiot savant There's a revolution in my heart To the indier than thou To the stadiums of crowds To the vultures circling near A new kingdom of fear To the skinheads and the Sikhs To the rich and the elite To the serious dilettante To the idiot savant There's a revolution in my heart