We All Live By Our Own Deliberation

Two pence but none the richer

Did we really every get the picture

Place a nickel before the population

Rest a box upon the common nation 
 

For there’s no change in the seasons

There’s no sense in foolish treasons

For there is life within the land of thunder

So why do we rest and only ponder

Is it right to wait any longer

When our hearts keep getting stronger

Have a thought for our elevation

There’s no hype before elimination

There’s no equality in discrimination

We all live by our own deliberation

Place a suit upon the little white dove

Have faith in the god above

There’s no sense to the labor of love

Our will is just never enough

Surfing among the stars in the heavens above