Here we are, here we are, here we are building our mansions
Too afraid when hands start clampin’
Round the necks of fools in kids, who couldn’t help but fool around…
Too afraid to play so we’ll lock up in stone,
Ride the whip, crack your back, so nothing else looks alone
No individual of matter, is what you keep to be
Regurgitate your platter, you're now a part and not a he.
