The Man in the Moon

The man in the moon is abit of a loon

who plays all his tunes on a pair of old spoons

as records, tapes and cd's wern't invented

his scientific mind had got old and demented

so he pondered the future, the time thats to come

no music to dance to sounds really quit glum

the men of the earth wont know what to believe

so i'll make up some laws so their lands i can thieve

i'll stop them uniting and herd them like sheep

the ones who wont follow i'll kill on the cheap

they wont know whats hit 'em, they'll never suspect

that the one in control is a social reject,

a master of puppets but never himself

he spent all his lifetime aquiring great wealth

at the cost of his morals and all we'd hold dear

developing ways to control us with fear

its time to get lively, its time to awake

its time to break free from the gaze of the snake

its time to stand tall and confirm 'We Come One!!

!'Break free of the bondage that is Babylon