Live - Unsheathed Lyrics
The babys not screaming enoughThe singers not singing enoughRamanas not breathing, to usBehold the unsheathing, its loveThe blade is not ready to cutIts dull from our thinking, its roughFree love is a world I cant linger too long inFree love was just another partyFor the hippies to ruinBehold the unsheathing, its loveBehold the unsheathing, its loveFree love is a knife through the jugular vein sonFree love, I cant afford to add up what you *****ers are made of