I Am the Party Songtext
von Million Dead
I Am the Party Songtext
Well, you can tell by the way I move my feet that I′m a genuine insurrectionary
It's a kinda nervous shuffle that contrasts so well with bolsavic bravado
And you can tell by the way I raise my hand, not in a fist but a question
Take out your manifestos and then put them away
And I implore you to ignore every word I say
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 and 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 magaznies
And I found this voice in my record collection
Distorting tapes kept analysis awake
You found this song, but you didn't question
Swallowed the sleeve but did not see my tongue inside my cheek
I am the polit-bureau, I am the velvet revolution
It′s a Budapest kick on a 56 and so
Let′s all go hand in hand to the local polling station and
They can't or can agree, vote for themselves
Vote for ourselves
It's a kinda nervous shuffle that contrasts so well with bolsavic bravado
And you can tell by the way I raise my hand, not in a fist but a question
Take out your manifestos and then put them away
And I implore you to ignore every word I say
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 and 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 magaznies
And I found this voice in my record collection
Distorting tapes kept analysis awake
You found this song, but you didn't question
Swallowed the sleeve but did not see my tongue inside my cheek
I am the polit-bureau, I am the velvet revolution
It′s a Budapest kick on a 56 and so
Let′s all go hand in hand to the local polling station and
They can't or can agree, vote for themselves
Vote for ourselves
Writer(s): Julia Ruzicka, Benjamin Russell Erring Dawson, Frank Turner, Cameron David Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com