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 underground

To the prostitutes and whores

To the self-admiring bores

To the drinkers in a drought

And the writers steeped in doubt

To the bailiffs and their bills

To the child whose thoughts could kill

To the veteran who fights

All his demons late at night

To the bloody and unbowed

Fanatics and their vows

All the taxes we don't want

To the idiot savant

There's a revolution in my heart

To the indier than thou

To the stadiums of crowds

To the vultures circling near

A new kingdom of fear

To the skinheads and the Sikhs

To the rich and the elite

To the serious dilettante

To the idiot savant

There's a revolution in my heart