Come taste my revolution
I dream in circles too
I am the freak upon your street
And I am you
I groove on Tesco t-shirt
I got my two stripe shoes
I play my 10th generation
Bargain basement white man blues
My hair I wear like ice-cream
It dribbles down my face
I customise my eyes
To tune into a better place
Wrapped up in fragile tape I
Rock out to distant hum
Roll up and taste the freedom
The queen of kingdom come
Holy Holy Broken Soul
Holy Broken Soul
Holy Holy Broken Soul
Holy Broken Soul
With golden torch a shining
And Monday's on the phone
My tunnel vision
Means I leave the world alone
I'm thinking fast and slow now
Express in abstract form
I am the best in show
Beyond the pale outside the norm
Holy Holy Broken Soul
Holy Broken Soul
Holy Holy Broken Soul
Holy Broken Soul
Catch me before I leave yeah
To chase the midnight sun
I'm in your arms until
They melt and we both have to run
I come taste my revolution
I dream in circles too
You see it's me and I am me
When I am you
And I'm a
Holy Holy Broken Soul
Holy Broken Soul
Holy Holy Broken Soul
Holy Broken Soul
Holy Holy Broken Soul
Holy Broken Soul
Holy Holy Broken Soul
Holy Broken Soul