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.