Lyrics Born Again Cretin - Robert Wyatt

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 realize how he needs us
What with our Culture, our Charm and our Brains
But how could he understand?
Heathen have no soul