There’s a Place

Everyone is taking sides and they ask what we're standing for
There's wars and bombings everywhere, what are they fighting for
What the preachers teach is not at all, what the practice is for
They tell the child to dream and then, they fear what they may become

Society is a lost cause and you know
"I see no changes" is what the rap-song's spitting forth
The chaos is the fuel for existence I know
And the pain be the reason, we search for the joy I know not

There's a place that I know
Between animal and spirit
A fellowship of the body and soul
Where survival lives in harmony with hope

I stand for all the many things, that people don't become
A perfect world, pleasure for all, and squabbles don't belong
We're the dreamers of the years to come, we live everywhere you turn
In villages and towns and cities, without us they'd be gone

There's a place that I know
Between animal and spirit
A fellowship of the body and soul
Where survival lives in harmony with hope

So Bonehead swaggered onto a new laid synthetic grass, lushly and gracefully spandered every nook and cranny of my front yard
I was outback and on the roof of the house, looking to fix the chimney, he held a shot gun, he look ready to take aim and he moved with unflinching focus
Didn't no one tell him about respect?, That I am that exemption to his infamously golden rule, the one he had never anticipated, the one everyone requested, while he Bonehead kept the time wasted
And then as fate will have it and did have it, I had also chosen the date to attend to the chimney in order also keep watch to do reckon work on warthog that kept lurking behind my fence
Hunter rifle in hand, I'd climber up to the chimney bend, I doubt that Bonehead heard that smash through his numbskull, he falls right at the bottom of the stairs at my frontdoor and fell back like a log with a not so loud thud against the freshly laid lawn
Bonehead is gone and now the boys can play freely and think on their own, tyranny is dead, long live freedom