To the Marxists and the policeTo the junkies in the streetsTo the gangsters in our townsAnd the others undergroundTo the prostitutes and whoresTo the self-admiring boresTo the drinkers in a droughtAnd the writers steeped in doubtTo the bailiffs and their billsTo the child whose thoughts could killTo the veteran who fightsAll his demons late at nightTo the bloody and unbowedFanatics and their vowsAll the taxes we don’t wantTo the idiot savantThere’s a revolution in my heartTo the indier than thouTo the stadiums of crowdsTo the vultures circling nearA new kingdom of fearTo the skinheads and the SikhsTo the rich and the eliteTo the serious dilettanteTo the idiot savantThere’s a revolution in my heart