I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.