Well I was wondering, do as I choose   Or follow the ancient, chip off the block   Well I was thinking, I'll wear a rose   Then in the morning, I'll be your dog      President of presidents   The killers here to take your life      We are not learning   1939 returning      If bricks were circular, the would would come in   And we would all freeze, but I would be laughing   Humans or animals, we do as we please   Control is the currency, the vultures disease      Naked solo, renegade   The bodies of other animals will be my grave   No words, conscience   Clothes or name, flesh in the natural chain