"Anarchy" shouting from the streets
Down with the House and
Down with the **** Cherry Tree
None for all
Because all is a lie
Following in line for the Man
Hear the children cry

Hear the children cry
Louder and louder
Change your ways
Riot, riot on the roof
We see the problem
You cant handle the truth

Chained to your system
Locked to your fear
Bound by the **** people dont want to hear

Tied to your door
We will not move

Declaw our minds
Step away from our brains
We hold umbrellas
While your control **** rains

I stood in the sun
and thought of you
and of my junebug heart.
It clings on, unshakable,
even after it’s death.

And you like that about me,
my junebug heart that is.
You think you have one too.
I know that you don’t.
Yours is fleeting.

Here I stand, amidst the violent sea,
On this rocky island, feeling the calmness,
Down I look and am baffled to see,
For there is fisherman, on a raft with mere two logs.

Then I start pondering what makes him there to be,
Need of bread or passion for adventure,
What makes the man to risk his life,
Puzzled I stand, for eternity may be.