Chumbawamba - Smash Clause 29! lyrics
[Chumbawamba - Smash Clause 29! lyrics]
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
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 on 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
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
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 on 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