People gonna talk about revolution.
About little mushroom clouds and chasing 'crats.
They'll raise their fists and dance.
Screaming how there ain't no television coverage.
While the helicopters circle.
Everyone feels the revolution
With the prick of a needle
And the discharging guns.
The rush of blood to the nethers.
Arching back to the sunset.
Taste the revolution!
Get your iron.
Lick the life from your fingers.
A little pepper, a little cumin.
Delicious.
"The people who are good at waging revolution are also the ones that you have to kill once the revolution is over."
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