Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Not sure if I like the way he repeats the catch-phrase after every short stanza like that, but I admire the intent behind the song. Wonder what it sounds like... Infidels, eh?
Came across the reference in a Tim Blair comment thread on Billy Bragg, whom I also had never heard of until NPR started flogging him in glowing terms as if he were the second coming of Pete Seeger. The bits of "music" accompanying those NPR bits sounded absolutely horrible, and Bragg himself sounds like a tedious piece of work who'd make Joan Baez seem sociable & sensible in comparison. For what it's worth.