Fuck the FCC

Fuck the FCC
Words and Music by Christopher White

Free speech has become obsolete,
You can say what you want, if you keep it off the street,
And you can speak and speak on any subject to no end,
If you don't say naughty words, or anything that might offend.
In this modern day and age, I've got an axe to grind.
What's the point of talking if you cannot speak your mind, to mankind?

The Federal Communications Commission
Is corrupting this country with immaculate precision,
I remember the days when speech used to run free,
But they zipped it up, And threw away the key,
I don't agree with them, and they don't agree with me,
So, Fuck the FCC.

I was taking a ride on the info super highway,
When the ripper Tipper Gore came ashore and headed my way.
I shrieked and held my cross, with some garlic round my neck,
But she just kept on a-walking, like a bat straight out of heck.
I said where is good Frank Zappa, where's John Denver, where's Voltaire?
Where are the Founding Fathers, Lenny Bruce, and Moliere?
But Tipper just kept coming, with a severed pumpkin head.
She smiled at me, and said they all were dead.

They say, "Think of the children! We must keep them in the dark!
Sunlight will burn them, tear their skin off like tree bark,
We can't have them running free and naked through the park,
Or swimming in the ocean with a dirty, rotten shark,
Deep below the static of the airwaves.
With their innocence confined to watery graves.
Our progeny of all evil must be purged,
When we bring them up, we must keep the shark submerged.

But I say fuck them, fuck them, FUCK THEM.
I still believe in amendment number one.
So you board of censors go get bent and drown in your own cum.
And brush your teeth with semen,
Brush your teeth with semen!
Fuck the fucking fucking FCC.

Someday they'll fall, like leaves from the tree,
But for now I'll have to deal with them,
And they'll have to deal with me.
Fuck the FCC, Fuck the FCC,
Or they'll be sure to fuck me.

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