He sits upon his throne,
Chin on the pommel of his sword...

To some they are a novelty,
To others they are a toy...

What's this? what's this?
There's shiny things all around...

Hey up Mam!
I know you are not here...

He is not a Christian
He or she is not a Hindu...

It's time to jump in the car
It's time to make our tracks...

Happy birthday little one
Though you ain't so little now...

For what reason am I outcast.
Evil and dark? Liar? Or a spinner of truths...

Tonight I shall dream
I have no idea of that visions will ensue...

Beneath swirling dark clouds of doubt
Regurgitating the same thoughts and fears...

I lay in bed
I see your face...

Wee free men, "this is who we are"
Not destined to be be slaves...