How could I have ever hoped beyond disgrace?
I revolted myself, tombstoned by disgust.
Revolution turns up all over the place.

You could say disgrace is the face
And the heel is never discussed.
How could I have ever hoped beyond disgrace?

I piled it all into my suitcase
And buried it under the drifting sawdust.
But, revolution turns up all over the place.

I tried to burn it in the fireplace
But disgrace would never combust.
How could I have ever hoped beyond disgrace?

I uploaded it once, into cyberspace,
It cloned itself, but only just.
Now, revolution turns up all over the place.

My only chance was a twisted interface
Uploading myself to an internet wanderlust.
How could I have ever hoped beyond disgrace
When revolution turns up all over the place?

Joseph Stalin, Georgian revolutionary and Soviet political leader, died today in 1953.

Paul Bearer, American professional wrestling manager and mortician, died today in 2013.