First it was my judge
Then my academic
Next it was my streets
And now it’s my words
What other freedom am I to lose
In this land that was once free
Before its goose stepping to the right
Followed by genuflecting corporations
Proclaiming in fear, “Long live the king.”
Is three the magic number for me
Or the ultimate declaration of change
With another false proxy of war
So stand up for me
And I’ll stand up for you
Be at my side
And I’ll be there for you
For only we can change the inevitable claim
That three is the magic number