I Am the Party

Well you can tell by the way I move my feet
that I’m a genuine insurrectionary
It’s a kinda nervous shuffle that contrasts so well
with bolsavic bravado
and you can tell by the way i raise my hand
not in a fist but a question
take out your manifestos and then put them away
I implore you to ignore every word I say
if my position 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 land slide!
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 apperatchik and the grey bureaocracy
I am the secret police
manufacturing a consitiuency that doesn’t answer back!
I found these words
in my bedroom
underneath, old magaznies
and I found this voice
in my record collection
distorting tapes kept analysis awake
you found this song
but you didn’t question
swallod the sleeve but did not see my tongue inside my cheek!
I am the polit-bureau
I am the velvet revolution
it’s a budapest kick on a fifty six and so!
lets all go hand in hand to the local polling station and vote for ourselves
vote for ourselves!