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 courtiers 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 eyes to every other possibility
You've got to keep your job by collaborating with the enemy
You keep throwing stones though your house is made of glass;
You've helped to make McCarthyism popular, at last!

"First they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew."
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Glory, glory, halleluiah, His truth is marching on
"Then they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist."
"Hey listen, the sex education bit, why not film it 50's style? You know, boy-meets-girl; film it really straight, in black and white. Bringing family and traditional values. Retain the pop video feel though, to keep the kids interested."
Glory, glory, halleluiah, His truth is marching on
"Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist."
Blessed are the moralists, the Judges, the patriarchs
Blessed are the gutter-press, the AIDS-joke comedians
Praise to the guilt-mongers, the fear-builders, the sin-fetishists
Glory, glory, halleluiah, His truth is marching on
"Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak out for me."

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 court 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!