They will fleece you in the desert, and fleece you out to sea
They will grease you like a pheasant
Preserved in modernity
They will take without asking
Put you under their control,
But most of all,
Young man, young man
The will take the life from thee
There will be no bones picked or flung
No stone too big
For to be hung
As a mill stone about your neck
Oh, peck, peck you chickens
Peck, until the blood spots fleck
Crow, crow in the morning
Until the sun comes dawning
And you know the day is come
Freedom rises like a star
Look up, look up
You know you are
Lucky to have this
World, this land
This natural sea
Beautiful sand
Come rejoice in the gift of life
And live for
once so many did sacrifice
Thier own for you to live
In the freedom you have
Live the life you were given
In this earthly paradise
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