Each day has its rule
And its harried tasks
- can be cruel
While some may believe
they own some claim
And many more have
their personal aim
Brethren run, scurry to
commute into that cube
Hey there Bro, buy
this new thing - don’t be a rube
Day in and day out - the
clock strikes the hour
While all the world
struggles to dissociate power
To control - to rule
- to contain - to oppress
Why not just put down
those guns and give it less?
No one owns the night
The stars prove that
we will be all right
No one owns the night.
