By Mel Jepson
Strung up, I cannot fly
You hood me against my will,
giant with the rotten heart
in a land of heat and emptiness.
You hood me against my will,
call me illegal
in a land of heat and emptiness
populated by criminals.
Call me illegal?
You built your world,
populated by criminals,
consumers and acceptable guests
You built your world.
I cannot live with you
consumers and acceptable guests.
So I tied sheets together
I cannot live with you,
giant with the rotten heart.
So I tied sheets together.
Strung up, I cannot fly
