Dissidents - Thomas Dolby

One more young writer slid away in the night

Over the border he will drown in light

Hold it, wait a minute

I can’t read my writing, my own writing

Like tiny insects in the palm of history

A domino effect in a cloud of mystery

My writing is an iron fist

In a glove full of Vaseline

But dip the fuse in the kerosene

I too become a dissident

Courting disaster we ran in the night

Wings of an angel were torn in flight

Check it, verify it

It’s all here in writing, down in writing

At the hands of the press

And in the eyes of the government

I fell from grace

I too became a dissident

Like tiny insects in the palm of history

A domino effect and an early end to this story

My writing is an iron fist

In a glove full of Vaseline

But dip the fuse in the kerosene

I too become a dissident