Full Literalism

Don’t you know saxophone is illegal?
Been declared an affront to good people
Don’t dance closely, it’s wrong
Comrade, please, what’s the intent of the song?
Folk devils and moral panics
Sanctimonious days
Can’t write a song but you chorus well
Can’t go home, you’re non-gratis now
Is it fair? I don’t know. Is it right?
When you wore those boots you didn’t seem to mind
Folk devils and moral panics
Sanctimonious days
I don’t expect a reply
Shhh, oh, we both know why
But don’t worry, your fans won’t hear this
It seems they don’t listen to music
Folk devils and moral panics
Sanctimonious days
What’s the slogan for where you’re at now?
What’s the slogan for where you find yourself?
What’s the anthem for where you’ve arrived?
This must be hard to get your head around
Christ or Hitler
Christ or Vorster
Christ or all the Worthams to come