art is no defence
we’ve got dirt on you from five months and four years ago
we’ve got dirt on you from three years and six months ago
and yes, things were different then
but that doesn’t matter now
if you’re still of use to us
you’ll be rehabilitated
if you’re of no use to us
you’ll be destroyed
but it was fiction
it was art
it was fiction
it was art
you see, your lily-livered relativistic ways are out of step with the times
your pussy-footing shifting meanings will never keep us safe, no
we’ve got dirt on you from ten years and three months ago
from four years and seven weeks ago
and nothing else matters now
for what i’ve done, you’ll see me dead
we’re changing tack and we’re backdating our decision
you’re on best behaviour now
but you can’t take back what’s been said
art is no defence
we can’t afford that now
art is no defence
we don’t have that luxury now
shame on you
shame on you
i can’t say what i really want to say
i’ll keep my mouth shut
i can’t take you on
i’m not strong enough
i’m so glad i never made it into the arena
the arena
i would have been torn apart
i would have been savaged
shame on you
shame on you
all your good work undone in one moment
for what i’ve done, you’ll see me dead
but by your own hand