I've been all around
Not to mention any place unknown
Hear it on my sound
If I lied it could be easily blown

We've been building for many a year,
Slaving on the road to free -

Tell me what did the signpost read?
Did it carry your heart?
Were you looking for a friendly start?
Should you come aching to be beaten hard?

See slavery peoples - split up
Echoing by-sitters, owners and needs;
With throats well cut, - hear them growl,
`This and that I've got', see them lick   alikers' snot.
These words unfortunate true,
Couldn't even violently, wake for a new view
Ooh, ooh, ohh leave my staring picture
Daring in the inventory, go dash with dreams
This mare of unaware beyond glory!

If you come in a bold compete
Only act you can: blow your seat.

Tell me more I do sense your soul.
As you put down what was on.
I've been goaled as I knew the road,
From the sea under the sun.

Row, row my mind made one.
Row, row and found the two.
Row, row behind three was due
Row, row the quartet made life-times new.

The words you form to foul the skin-grow road
will make up on occasions due;
If you were here behind the real
Stable things would be their free-born dance.
If you knew datum-line binds time
The frozen heart-watch I wished be wrist to bits.