Unsheathed

the baby's not screaming enough

the singer's not singing enough

ramana's not breathing, to us

behold the unsheathing, it's love

the blade is not ready to cut

it's dull from our thinking, it's rough

Free love is a world I can't linger too long in

"free love" was just another party

for the hippies to ruin yeah

behold the unsheathing, it's love

behold the unsheathing, it's love

Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son yeah

Free love, I can't afford to add up what you fuckers are made of

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

Free love is a world we can't linger too long in, no

"free love" was just another party

for the hippies to ruin, yeah

Come on come on come on come on come on, come on come on