Give Me a King
Give me a righteous monarchy
With sound debate and liberty
Where people choose what to support
of any tax and any war
“I give to you. You give to me.”
And in between we’re simply free
And what I own belongs to me
No ticking debt. No annual fee
No banking cartels too big to fail
when most of them should be in jail
You know it’s all a lie
if it doesn’t set you free
because Wisdom once said
that the truth shall set you freeThey take two steps forward
and one step back
to keep you docile
and on their trackThey all read the same script
from the very same plot
Straight from the gates of hell
Oh please, God, make it stop!
You don’t take our children. Don’t steal their time
They want to sleep in, to grow, to thrive and shine
Their families love them, and wish them well
Kids aren’t possessions for state Orwell
For life is learning and time with loved ones
To be impulsive and in tune with nature
We need some sunlight, some beef, some fresh air
To wander freely. Why should the state care?
You know it’s all a lie
if it doesn’t set you free
because Wisdom once said
that the truth shall set you freeThey take two steps forward
and one step back
to keep you docile
and on their trackThey all read the same script
from the very same plot
Straight from the gates of hell
Oh please, God, make it stop!
So if my neighbors teach their children
that the moon is just a cheese
They’re still not the state’s possession
and it doesn’t bother me
See, if you want to be a free man
To be left alone is peace
Then stop turning each other in
to the scripted tyranny
I choose to keep my blood pure. Conserve my ancestry
It goes all the way back to Adam and Eve
Don’t touch my legacy. Don’t throw your sins on me
For I will pass these genes on, undefiled and clean
You know it’s all a lie
if it doesn’t set you free
because my God once said
that the truth shall set you freeThey take two steps forward
and one step back
to keep you docile
and on their trackThey all read the same script
from the very same plot
Straight from the gates of hell
Oh please, God, make it stop!
So don’t medicate me -against my will
We will all die someday. Time won’t stand still
Prepare to meet your Maker. And choose to do His will
You know it’s all a lie
If it doesn’t set you free
Behold, the Monarch in the sky
says the truth shall set you free
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