I am the party

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