Escort Me To Quarentine

Most of us taught to ignore the things We're born to be then go & cave in to conformity Because no one can win against war machines It all blows in the wind like a hoard of leaves While those at the top that hold the keys That won't release the Golden gese We sit here distraught or close to being Misery swamped in droves we leave To a different spot that's supposed to be A legitimate lot with loans and deeds They tell us some bull, that no one needs & Expect us to roll it to potpouri untill the scent that you breath, is as fresh as the sea & Smells like a piece of morning breeze I would have been better off poor & weak In a big Renaissance born from sheep & Live with some rocks absorbing heat So I can step on the top & scorch my feet Winds getting strong, then Dorothy sings Gets swept off her lawn & Thrown to me The wizard of oz, in quarentene As sick as a dog, or horse that's green