Million Dead - I Am the Party lyrics
[Million Dead - I Am the Party lyrics]
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
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