DESCRIPTION:
From "33 Revolutions per Minute" (1993)
Marxman were a four-piece Marxist hip-hop group with two MCs formed in London in 1989. Their lyrics expounded socialism and an end to economic and social injustice. They are one of only a few groups that combine hip-hop with traditional Irish compositions.

LYRICS : (Thanks to PaddyRedStar819)

Just a bit, teeny bit, awfully demented
Systematic, I attack it, vent it very splendidly
An MC like me will make a stand man
'Cos I'm one more than none clenched is my hand and
Ooblah dee ooblah da, skippety skip, farther
Life goes on, life goes wrong, life is gettin' harder
Lickerty lick, listen to the sound of their song
Might is right, dark is light and short is like long
Dark days are falling changes they are calling
A planet they are mauling so why are you snoring
Playing second fiddle on the griddle while Rome burns
You must learn to take your turn
Earn your true place and fight this wasting
Now it's time to give the boss a pasting
Hicky how licky' long can it be?
This whole world is demented to me

Just a bit demented

Is it just a bit demented this title has prevented
Me from being too perturbed about the contents I've invented
Supplemented, implicated it's meaning castigated
Orated eloquently in a style not antiquated
But as I exercise, extricate this jargon bargain
Rewind come again, it's time to sate the starvin' Marvin
By placin' his face into a bowl and not a basin
A bowl is for the poor man, a basin for the mason
A bowl is for the basing man and the one that's chasing
And chasing and chasing and chasing and chasing
Chased himself into a fit now others have to bury it
If I mean the cycle that needs to break and change
Propped up by a factoid the real is now deranged
So rearrange the relative decap the ones to blame
For this insane habitat dog and cat game
I claim, I think, I think I claim this world to be demented
Tell me if there was a god would this be how she meant it

Just a bit demented

It's demented crazy dotty idiotic
Like a lunatic insane yeah -- that's why I knock it
Down in a version cleanse it like detergent
Kill the bourgeois, star, kill the evil merchant
Class with a blast of the never dead redness
Crimson is the wisdom of my mental head dress
Mix it up, fix it up, paste it on the walls
Hear ye, hear ye, I'm making house calls
Not a fool on the hill, Jack and Jill I'm no clown
Listen to the sound as walls come tumblin' down
Get down to the pound of the bass drum
Red rum from the slum I come to get dumb
And the job done spark it up like Iskra
That was a paper that made red October
I stay real sober 'cos it's a sober task
Mask on my face face the mask as I ask

Just a bit demented

Phrase the dialectic, dialectic phrase
Guard against the double-speak like a verbal maze
Lost in double diction, fraction of abstraction
Living its reaction, counter act and act on
Instincts that will screw a lip vex a face deal with it
Poised to pounce don't play with, it rip-tip ripped to bits
But they still run, still they come
Run come, blind and dumb
Plant a stake rape and take contemplate to perpetrate
But I have to stop here stress why I began
Got to fight my red cause and give it all I can
What's a rainbow crew and what's a rainbow man
The worker has no country or colour so be damned
Tinker, tinker, tinker, tinker, mister tinker man
Tinkering with symptoms can't you understand
That while you pedal meddling my cause remains prevented
The roads your likes are travelling are just a bit demented

Just a bit demented