Letra de Smash Clause 29! - Chumbawamba
Letra de canci�n de Smash Clause 29! de Chumbawamba 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.
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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.
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.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/smash-clause-29--chumbawamba.php
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.
