The baby's not screaming enough   The singers 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, yea   Free love was just another party   For the hippies to ruin   Yea      Behold the unsheathing   It's love   Behold the unsheathing   It's love   (Love)      Free love is a knife through   The jugular vein son, yea   Free love, I can't afford to add up   What you fuckers are made of?   No   (Come on, come on, come on, come on, c'mon)      Free love is a world   We can't linger too long in, no   Free love was just another party   For the hippies to ruin   Yea   (Come on, come on, come on, come on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)