the singer's not singing enough
 ramana's not breathing  to us
 behold the unsheathing  it's love
 the blade is not ready to cut
 it's dull from our thinking  it's rough
 Free love is a world I can't linger too long in
 "free love" was just another party
 behold the unsheathing  it's love
 behold the unsheathing  it's love
 Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son
 Free love  I can't afford to add up what you fuckers are made of