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