If only we could go for a drink in a bar
Or talk about the meaning of life for ever
Travel in time and go to gigs
In Africa, Moscow, and of course, Paris,
Swim in the sea and drink champagne
Or drink beer in Hebden.
But we can’t because some freemason invented marriage
To trick you into selling your soul to one person
She’s yours anyway you didn’t need to sign the piece of paper
And you’re hers even if you love me too
Neither of you belong to the freemason
So cut all ties
And send them through the violet flame to clean them up
Vibing off you dancing
When you’re deep in my soul
You’re all mine.
Back to the source
Clean our soul…..