I don’t know if you’ve been told,
the armies coming to show their bold.
You just know they’ll shit and pee,
on both our brothers – you and me.
I don’t know if you’ve been told,
the meekest fellows are left to hold,
I don’t know if you’ve worked it out,
there’s no-one home that loves that crouwt.
I don’t know if this is true,
I just know peeps rue rue rue.
I must have thought that mums did count,
then where were dads to work it out.
I don’t know what you’ve been told,
but graceful men seem still want a fold.
To hang their hat and wear their grin,
and return a better world – contained within.
So they send them off and let them see,
global problems pushed onto thee.
Stop the blame and stop the drain,
Use your brain in a trippple way.
Unwind the kindness contained within,
the pain,
why wain,
our happiness grin.
sharing and caring kind of say,
that we’ll be loving eachother at the end of the day.
Not mutually destructive in a MAD kind of way,
like when the bombs not been put – well away,
Listen at your peril Meryl,
Comment your opinion aye Ferrel.
We sing, we ring, we communicate our thing,
Ding, ping, winging and hinging were not linging.
Continue jinging shinging chinging and thringing,
Ying, Ming, Zing, their all singing for their king,
Were going in, deep as sin to have our golden moment,
The diamonds there are always fair, as gods works reunited.
Revolt and recapacitate, induce induct intuit,
we haven’t had the record charge, to counter weathers blanket.