This is a song about a song … the song I cannot sing
It’s about a sound we must not utter for the carnage it would bring
It’s about a shape the world must take ever righteous to itself
If you lose one little song, they say, is there not another on the shelf?
They say you have a thousand songs so sing us one of those
They say there are a million tunes you could readily compose
They say there is good reason why good folk do object
And because those good folk are good folk we must focus on respect
This is a poem about a poem, a poem I cannot say
They quote morality and reason and say ‘cast this poem away’
They read a rule within a rule another rule not to be broken
Hide that word, that powerful word … that word shall not be spoken
And if that word infests a song then the lyric must be bound
To less than free expression by the censors of all sound
This is a song about a song; one I will dare to sing when I grow old
Old enough to tell that fucking censor to shove it up his hole
by Dezy Walls