The Communists Have the Music

I got handed an Ayn Rand sandwich
Straight from a can, it tasted so bland
I asked a lass to pass me a glass
Of Engel's Conditions of the Working Class

Right away they dragged me to the committee
To explain my un-American activity
They're gonna see they made a mistake
If they'd only let me play my mixtape

I'm not partial to the martial
Or the plutocrats in their beaver hats
And the fascists have the outfits
But I don't care for the outfits
What I care about is music
And the communists have the music

I hear a melody
And just as suddenly
I know who I'm supposed to be

I don't need a rationale
To sing the Internationale
I only need to plug in the headphone jack
So I can listen to my backing track

I'm not jealous of the zealous
Or anarchics with guitar picks
And the fascists have their outfits (ah-ah)
But I don't care for the outfits (ah-ah)
What I care about is music (ah-ah)
And the communists have the music (ah-ah)
Yes, the communists have the music (ah-ah)
Oh, the communists have the music (ah-ah)

I hear a melody (I hear, a melody)
And just as suddenly
I know who I'm supposed to be (I know who I'm supposed to be)

I'm not partial to the martial
Or the plutocrats in their beaver hats
And the fascists have the outfits (ah-ah)
But I don't care for the outfits (ah-ah)
What I care about is music (ah-ah)
And the communists have the music (ah-ah)
Yes, the communists have the music (ah-ah)
Oh, the communists have the music (ah-ah)