Revolution

The revolution will be televised in a modern book Face to face with a race that has been run to oblivion But does anybody really care? 'Free the Guildford Four!" Was a slogan we would roar as we took to the streets We were marching on our feet but we're not marching We're not fighting no more war You see I'm worried there's a hole in your head Where the rain is creeping in And the drone of The Dead is beginning to seep in And you're giving up, giving up, giving up The revolution will be criticised by the World elite Unless it suits their agenda to overthrow those they've armed to the teeth The revolution will be vilified in the media Hypothetical in words and phrases, Circling the cages Scribbling in pages and hurling on a ditch of words You see I'm worried there's a hole in your head Where the rain is creeping in And the drone of The Dead is beginning to seep in And you're giving up, giving up, giving up The revolution will be you and me If you want it to be Just as long as you don't give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up Just as long as you don't give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up