There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolutionWe are spirits in the material worldOur so-called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it's the rhetoric of failureWhere does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another wayWe are spirits in the material world...Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in this well cared for and preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chardonnay in one hand, chocolate in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming, "Man, what a ride."
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