Revolution NTPS Lyrics

In the queen's old town, lived royalty

Happy with their little gangs, happy with their TVs

Then came a knock on their door

And a handshake or two

Photograph flashes, betacam madness

The men in white whispered in their ears, they said

'Make-shift Magic!'



Grandma is sick, her hands are shaking

The walls are covered black, and the room it starts a-shaking

But now her money's in the papers, a lot of smiling faces

'Get out of yr slums, slide into the modern age

We'll show you, you'll be happy with our

Make-shift Magic!'