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