Revolution In The Heart

To the Marxists and the police
To the junkies in the streets
To the gangsters in our towns
And the others undergroundTo the prostitutes and whores
To the self-admiring bores
To the drinkers in a drought
And the writers steeped in doubtTo the bailiffs and their bills
To the child whose thoughts could kill
To the veteran who fights
All his demons late at nightTo the bloody and unbowed
Fanatics and their vows
All the taxes we don't want
To the idiot savantThere's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heartTo the Indier than thou
To the stadiums of crowds
To the vultures circling near
A new kingdom of fearTo the skinheads and the Sikhs
To the rich and the elite
To the serious dilettante
To the idiot savantThere's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
In my heartThere's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
In my heart, in my heartThere's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart
There's a revolution in my heart