O, to shy away from days of opulence
Of fake kings, and false-starts
Open up the chests of all our best men
We don't demand villainry;
We demand a new dawn
Girls are foxes
Boys are boxers
His and Hers troubled ambassadors
Whose times have yet to come
There are no locks, there are no keys
Only Excecutors and Executees
What will our cut come to
With minds so new, with mouths so clean?