Feeling radical in cotton Purified in my satin But the bomb of the season Is a Velvet Revolution I look at the sky And feel the tears of the Prophets crying I look at the sky And feel the rain, the rain of tears Feeling radical in cotton Purified in my satin But the bomb of the season Is a Velvet Revolution All you killers of the children There's a new commandment The true Divine Creator Wants a Velvet Revolution All you killers of the children There's a new commandment The true Divine Creator Wants a Velvet Revolution