Let me free and let me be

The man in the river and the man in the tree

They don't do much for me.

They yell and holler and chant

At the smallest village ant

To stop the apathy and being nonchalant.

I watch them stop viciously

To revive a corpse elegantly.

They don't do much for me.

Their red wine fury and rage

Only increase their morale and wage

As well as securing our rusted cage.

They will try and fail endlessly

And sooner or later they will see

They don't do much for me.