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 (Rough)
Free love is a world I can't linger too long in
"Free Love" was just another party for the hippies to ruin
Behold the unsheathing, it's love
Behold the unsheathing, it's love (Love)
Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son
Free love; I can't afford to add up what you suckers are made of
Now, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Free love is a world I can't linger too long in, no
"Free Love" was just another party for the hippies to ruin
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon