Once we squatted, lost, on slaughtered lands Choking alone on the dusty, dead desert sands Then we learned we could all disobey And watch your regulations
Dark woodland night A tiny little shiny Shimmer glowing, glimmer growing Showing through the trees and leaves no traces Complicating evidence, giving
Hey there, my confident friend, isn't freedom funny? We can't help but notice you spend all your time and money Passing your panicky laws, pulling people
I've got a mission I've got a heart condition Still I'm gonna spread it I don't need an excuse Why should I bother? I wanna be a father I want all the
