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!