In "honour" of all the dunderheads (is that actionable?) who believe censorship rocks, I have revised a number from Cabaret:
The words in the magazine
"Hurt" and "offend".
They're crossing some line you can't see.
But gathered together we'll silence you all.
Tomorrow you won't be free.
The blasphemy's rife and it will not prevail.
Free speech dies like leaves on a tree.
"Utopia" calls and we must not fail--
Tomorrow you won't be free.
Now, censorship, censorship,
It's so divine.
The Prophet and others agree.
So stifle yourselves,
Don't complain,
Don't whine,
Tomorrow you won't be free.
Tomorrow you won't,
Tomorrow you won't,
Tomorrow you won't be free.
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