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 analysis 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