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 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 magaznies
and I found this voice in my record collection distorting tapes kicked analysis 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 fifty six and so!
lets all go hand in hand to the local polling station and vote for ourselves vote for ourselves!