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
Their reign 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