Chunks of cement
Scattered around town
I'm free to say what I want?
Anarchist postings quickly taken down.

If it's not P.C. then it don't belong
I must confine my beliefs to a punk-rock song
You're engouraged to share your thoughts
Moderated, of course, for you are a have-not

Try and talk of who you wanna hurt
It will be quickly covered up by an ad for a concert
You speak of government, or lack thereof
Within a day it's replaced by some comment about love

By covering up your comments
They think they're silencing your mind
They think your ideas are dissolved
With turpentine