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 a question Take out your manifestos and then put them away And 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 and turn myself into a one man landslide Let's kick it off with a leafleting campaign and follow it up with some public meetings Pressing flesh and kissing babies as I smile and promise, "Things are getting better"
I am the party The apparatchik and the grey bureaucracy I am the secret police Manufacturing a constituency 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 kept 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 56 and so Let's all go hand in hand to the local polling station and They can't or can agree, vote for themselves Vote for ourselves