I have the right to Inner Peace
Cos I hate War,
(And because ending Poverty’s
Another thing I’m for,
To three Rolls Royces and
A couple mansions:
Same as everyone!)
And I have the right to be
Sent to Heaven!
I have the right to censor speech
Cos I hate Hate
And to consensus ‘cos for each
Of us, the Nature State
Is how we need to feed to
Some pack leader
the “Thy will be done”
And I have the right to be
Sent to Heaven
I have the right to be
In a world of sweet simplicity above the Air
And it’s comfortingly silent and it’s dark out there
Where the final disagree-er has been blown away
And we’ll make this planet here like the moon someday
I have the right to have my world
Sustainable,
Meaning that I’m never asked to do
A thing at all
To sustain it
By this stain with which
It’s overrun
And I have the right to be
Sent to Heaven
I have the right to find my place above the Air
Where there’s no-one else but me f’r’anybody to care
For, see – where everything is force, that there is free of strife:
The Afterlife, the Afterlife, the Afterlife,
The After
I have the right to inner peace
cos I serve Death
And when this dying planet breathes its
final breath
That’s not relieved,
you’d better bet, by anyth
ing I’ve done
Cos I have the right to Peace
And to trample rival beasts
And to peace and
To be sent
To Heaven