holding of love with clothing furled
to be a king with the power to kill
or choose to live without the thrill
I dream of a day when slaves are free
live in a hut cut from a tree
thousands in a hive as little bees
not a worry so long as we are free
don’t be afraid of the knock at your door
open it up to give them what for
don’t get up to be a bore
Jump out of bed, shout out …….. I’m fucked!
to the Core!
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