THEY OIL THE JAWS OF THE WAR MACHINE THEN FEED IT WITH OUR BABIES
come on people, live with me, where the light has never shoneAnd the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speaking in a foreign tongueI'm a light world away from the people who make me staySittin' on the bad side of the moonThere ain't no need for watchdogs here to justify our waysWe lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stayAnd exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes too soonWhy should I be made to pay, on the bad side of the mo