Lyrics: Poem. Spare Change.

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Refine or erase all the lines of disgrace on your face.
Escape that mouse-maze-rat-race.
Opinion + Majority = Fact (in the eyes of Greed);
So thank your god that dreaming's free,
'Cause Love's my only currency:
Spare change?

All our flowing-water thoughts,
And all our fair-weather friends,
Dream of flower-barreled cops,
And every war's end.

My solution?
Start a revolution with a grin,
'Cause I know the best defense
To their missiles made of men:
Let's all be friends.
We shouldn't have to fight for peace;
So I'm begging on my knees,
"Our blood and sweat for dollars and cents?
Now, how the hell does that make sense?
Spare change?"

All our flowing-water thoughts,
And all our fair-weather friends,
Dream of flower-barreled cops,
And every war's end.


Love one, love all.
Be free.
Be free.
Let's live in Peace.