Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me where you`ve been?
I`ve been down to London town to pay a visit to the Queen.
Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me what you saw?
I saw the Queen and all her coutiers cooking up new laws;
I saw the corridors of power, with closets wall-to-wall;
And I saw the truth, the truth, behind the Emperor`s new Clause!
So you burn the books, and close your eyese to every other possibility-- you got to keep your job for collaborating with the enemy. You keep throwing stones though your house is made of glass; you`ve helped to make McCarthyism popular, at last.
Blessed are the moralists, the Judges, the patriarchs. Blessed are the gutter-press, the AIDS-joke comedians. Praise to the guilt-mongerers, the fear-builders, the sin-fetishists.
Glory, glory, halleluia, His truth is marching on
One in ten driven underground, divisions getting wider. Hide your inclination behind a straight face and a Bible. Third Reich morality, and if the cap doesn`t fit, there`s a designer label for hypocrites.
Here comes the officer, knocking on your door. He`s got a care order in the pocket of his uniform. Where`s Radclyffe Hall? Now is the time to tear up clause 29!
Here comes the preacher checking your soul. Too late sir, I`d rather fall. We`ll eat your bread and we`ll drink your wine, and still tear up clause 29! Here comes the judge, hammer in hand, but we`ve all gone deaf to bigots` commands. Our justice will cross the thin blue line and tear up clause 29!
Here comes a brick, heading your way. A concrete opinion says all I want to say. Save your own soul, mine will be fine, once we`ve shredded clause 29. Send " Smash Clause 29" Ringtone to your Cell