They said some men would be warriors and some men would be kings

And some men would be owners of land and other man-made things

And false love as the eternal flame would move some to think in rings

And gold would be our power and other foolish things

But you who dream of liberty must not yourselves be fooled

Before you get to plea for freedom, you've agreed to being ruled

If the body stays a shackle then the mind remains a chain

That'll link you to a destiny whereby all good souls are slain

And it won't take long, it won't take too long at all

It won't take long, and you may say