Don't Start the Revolution Without Me

Start your revolution secretly, don't tell the priest, he's a blabber-mouthed gutter-skite. Don't tell the cat, for at might he whispers to Alexa, and she listens always to the political tenor of your snoring. Your body must be mechanically sound, and on speaking terms with every loose nut in society. Trust the crazies, they have eyes everywhere. The banks need you to deposit blood, as your plasma will be useful to power your electric doppelganger - then they can go after your soul Revolutions need money, mainly for dope and drinks. No great movement can long survive, on stale guacamole pilfered from city dumpsters. Hail to the Chefs at Wendys who surreptitiously offer cold fries, to the snooping Feds. Long live the freedom to carp and cavil, never surrender your constitutional right to watch, the 'My Pillow' Man, revolutionaries need soft pillows, to dream upon.