A simple song, composed extemporaneously for the good people of Poal. A tip -- it's best if you sing it out loud: If you want to tell the truth 'bout perversion of our youth, You can't do it, you're redacted. If you want to blow the lid off corruption that's been hid, You can't do it, you're redacted. You're redacted, you're redacted, Give it up, kid, you're redacted. If you want to catch the crooks who've been cooking all the books, You can't do it, you're redacted. If you want to stop the wars that are fought on foreign shores, You can't do it, you're redacted. You're redacted, you're redacted, Give it up, kid, you're redacted.