Viva la Revolution

It's a soft boiled egg each morning

and then walkies with the dog.

It's two hours sitting in a traffic jam

before you clock in for your job.



Every day plays out the same way,

then you clock out and go home

and every night you watch the same old shite

on the same old TV shows.



You were once a teenage rebel

and you told yourself back then

you'd never let yourself be caged in

by the old establishment.



In the bars and in the marches and protest groups

at every anarchist meeting,

you were the first to put your hand up

and shout "Down with everything!"



Viva la Revolution - the revolution is on.

Viva la Revolution - long live the revolution.



You had your Che Guevara poster,

your books by Marx and Mao.

And you got yourself a new haircut

to help bring the system down.



You dressed up for the battle

like a soldier from Babylon.

And as you joined the fight you knew that you were right

and everybody else was wrong.



Viva la Revolution - the revolution is on.

Viva la Revolution - long live the revolution.

Viva la Revolution.

Viva la Revolution.



Well, you were once a freedom fighter

and you thank God that you won.

Now from your semi in suburbia,

you're free to just have fun.



But last night you heard noises

so you stumbled out of bed.

There was graffity painted all over your house

and this is what it said:



Viva la Revolution - the revolution is on.

Viva la Revolution - long live the revolution.

Viva la Revolution.

Viva la Revolution.