Come taste my revolution I dream in circles too I am the freak upon your street And I am you I groove on Tesco t-shirt I got my two stripe shoes I play my 10th generation Bargain basement white man blues My hair I wear like ice-cream It dribbles down my face I customise my eyes To tune into a better place Wrapped up in fragile tape I Rock out to distant hum Roll up and taste the freedom The queen of kingdom come Holy Holy Broken Soul Holy Broken Soul Holy Holy Broken Soul Holy Broken Soul With golden torch a shining And Monday's on the phone My tunnel vision Means I leave the world alone I'm thinking fast and slow now Express in abstract form I am the best in show Beyond the pale outside the norm Holy Holy Broken Soul Holy Broken Soul Holy Holy Broken Soul Holy Broken Soul Catch me before I leave yeah To chase the midnight sun I'm in your arms until They melt and we both have to run I come taste my revolution I dream in circles too You see it's me and I am me When I am you And I'm a Holy Holy Broken Soul Holy Broken Soul Holy Holy Broken Soul Holy Broken Soul Holy Holy Broken Soul Holy Broken Soul Holy Holy Broken Soul Holy Broken Soul