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