Went down to the latest march today
Stood there, confused on what to say
I put my hands deep in my pockets
Twiddled my thumbs, yelled about rockets
Went right over my head, hurt my ears
120 decibels, whatever that means

I signed a list, and faked my name
Some punk said "well, you're to blame"
I didn't know what he meant
It's the best 4 hours I've ever spent
£300 membership, plus admin charge
Free t-shirt, might even fit one day

I pierced my eyelids, shaved my head
Declared my old-self truly dead
I don't have any time for sex
Too busy being the new Malcolm X
Got a new name, you can't pronounce it
And I won't tell you how, that's on you

Condemned by all the higher powers;
"Rebellion led by rabble rousers
Cowboy boots and unwashed dreads
Underwhelmed but overfed"
What do you want, an award?
Go back to journalism school

Now, I don't smoke and I don't gamble
All I likes to do is ramble
Rant aloud to those who'll listen
About the future in my visions
I’m Jesus Christ Mk. 2
Matthew, Luke and John as well

I began to argue with mum and dad
I called them old and they called me mad
They scoffed it off, as just a phase
Like when I liked the pogo craze
Rolled my eyes, refused to eat dinner
Threw it away, too much meat

So I learnt two chords on my uke
And wrote a song called, "Lose the Nukes"
Red beret, dad's mascara
I'm the singing son of Che Guevara
Whoever he is? I have a poster on my wall
Maybe he'll meet me one day

Stood on the stage, began to preach
My god-given right of free speech
I screamed about "having a dream"
I'm a genius or so it would seem
The cops didn't get it, cuffed me tight
Put me in a cell, no Wi-Fi

Bitcoin can't be used as bail
So they threw me straight into jail
Days are long, the guards are cruel
Laughed when I asked for vegan grool
We'll see who's laughing in the end
I'm gonna be a free man, they'll pay

Decided to start a hunger strike
Demonstrating wrong from right
It lasted almost 3 whole hours
That's nothing compared to prison showers;
6/10 for cleanliness, lukewarm water
Limited space and off-brand conditioner

Inspired by all my prison troubles
Wrote a poem, called it "My Struggle"
Read it out for all the guards
And they called me "The Fascist Bard"
I got angry, rattled my cage
Drafted a tweet for later

They put my words up on a banner
I corrected them on their grammar
I don't wanna be too specific
My name is half hieroglyphics
Couple of numbers too
Symbols I made myself

So they stuck me on the News at 9
For 7 minutes, I unleashed my mind
Spoke all about my 2 cents
They asked my name and I took offence
Pulled my wire, dropped the mic
Cursed the host, I won't be back

I stood outside and yelled insults
"New World Order, The Lizard Cult!"
Compared it to being locked in the cell
On the news, they called me "InFidel"
I didn't get it, is that a pun?
Not funny to me,

It didn't go down too well
The other members gave me hell
Threw me out of their party
And branded me dodeca-darpsies
Whatever that means, sounds funny
I don't know, probably Latin

So I sold my soul, bought me a gun
To stop all of them having fun
They shot at me, I fell to the ground
My dying words were quite profound
Some old quote, from a man called Karl or Mark?
I don't know, I never read the whole book

It was nothing but a crazy scheme, a nightmare or so it seems
Real life and dreams had blended, when I awoke, I was still offended