The Communists Have the Music

I got handed an Ayn Rand sandwich Straight from the can, it tasted so bland I asked a lass to pass me a glass Of Engels' 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 But I don't care for the outfits What I care about is music And the communists have the music Yes, the communists have the music Oh, the communists have the music I hear a melody And just as suddenly 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 But I don't care for the outfits What I care about is music And the communists have the music Yes, the communists have the music Oh, the communists have the music