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,
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/DeHdivisions 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.