Back to the bourgeoisie, you'll keep a man down...
If you had many mouths to feed
And weren't well equipped to write or read...
For twenty-first-centurians
Life is comedy...
Let's be battered again by the ancient rainfall
Ancient rainfall comes with cloudy sky...
We have been lonely sailing
In this ocean of divided unity...
There is freedom in departing
From far away we learn we were once one...
I was born from love
And raised with hate...
Lipstick smiles and non-existent hats:
pride rises like steam from temperamental heads...
We are the Devil's children,
choking on the suppression of God...
We will teach you all a lesson,
you 'political elite...
Harsh times we live
under these days...
Laughing and singing with tears
oh what are these flaming notes...