I was folded into origami Imagine the threat of such a scene Bodies like scraps of food Tossed away as if there was plenty Boatloads of people just floating out to sea Echoing the plight of you and me So much to say No other way to speak Section 11 police station number 2 Found a loophole in the law from 1964 If you've got something to say Better keep it to yourself in the public square It's like looking into the future You would say the past The state of being always pushed away And the artist holds a finger in the current It was just art and not a protest he said But everyone knows you can't make art without saying something And what is being said with art will be interpreted Section 11 police station number 2 Found a loophole in the law from 1964 Even the police lieutenant Had to search the whole night through Section 11 police station number 2 Found a loophole in the law from 1964 Even the police lieutenant Had to search the whole night through Even the police lieutenant Had to search the whole night through Even the police lieutenant Had to search the whole night through The police lieutenant Had to search the whole night through If you've got something to say Better keep it to yourself in the public square The police lieutenant Had to search the whole night through Even the police lieutenant Had to search the whole night through The police lieutenant Had to search the whole night through