Here they come again, hop scotching up to my door One by one again, knockety knock knocking upon my floor Swinging on my gate, they gain entry by the
Arlington House, address no fixed abode An old man in a three-piece suite sits in the road Stares across the water, he sees right through the lock But
they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything
total bondage. Government is daily strengthening its powers. Those who stand against it are ridiculed, Discredited or abused and punished. Those in power are totally
to total bondage. Government is daily strengthening its powers. Those who stand against it are ridiculed, Discredited or abused and punished. Those in power are totally
