you would have never guessed
a place be so repressed
but it happens to the best
of us
as i think about this mess
i tend to wonder less
what will happen to the rest
of us
i'm put to the test
as i sit and regress
to find the zest
of us
and in the quest
i can no longer protest
what they request
of us
through all the stress
i must confess
it's what they expect
of us
to fight the press
while we express
what they detest
of us
it's just a contest
to see who is best
it's what i suggest
of us
will you attest
and will you say yes
before the arrest
of us
at the start of the fest
we enter abreast
justice the request
of us
we must have been blessed
we win the conquest
and murder the pests
of us