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 ourselves1