Feeling radical in cotton
Purified in my satin
But the bomb of the season
Is a Velvet Revolution I look at the sky
And feel the tears of the Prophets crying
I look at the sky
And feel the rain, the rain of tears Feeling radical in cotton
Purified in my satin
But the bomb of the season
Is a Velvet Revolution All you killers of the children
There's a new Commandment
The true Divine Creator wants a
Velvet Revolution All you killers of the children
There's a new Commandment
The true Divine Creator wants a
Velvet Revolution