Letra de Born-Again Cretin

At least I won't be shot for singing I'm a free agent, I can "protest"! This must be freedom, I must be happy So let Mandela rot in prison Someone should tell him how lucky he is Read him George Orwell, explain about Naipaul Because he must understand how he needs us What with our culture, and our charm, and our brains But how could he understand? Heathen have no soul...