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 Iraise 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, but 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