Well you can tell by the way I move my feet that I'm a genuine insurrectionary
It's a kind of nervous shuffle that contrasts so well with Bolshevik bravado
And you can tell by the way I raise my hand, not in a fist but for a question
Take out your manifestos and then put them away
I implore you to ignore every word I say
And 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 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 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 didn't see my tongue inside my cheek
I am the politburo
I am the velvet revolution
A Budapest kick from fifty-six and so
Let's all go hand in hand to the local polling station
And make our own categories then vote for ourselves