Nit wits won't leave me alone They insist like a dog with a bone Made a wish for an isle of my own I'd be the king just hand me my throne I'd definitely give a green light Placing the crops on the right Watching the stars of the night Building a commune that's tight Harness the nature in sum The water the wind and the sun Some think it cannot be done A land where we all do belong I do dream of a place to be free Far away from the hypocrisy Green valleys and a bay by the sea Take the arc to where anarchy be Something that's baffling me We live and we're shackled by the Rules of the capital C Laws that tackle the free Kings to the lords to the ministers Those holding reins are sinister Dousing our jaws with vinegar Making our power grow littler Feel grand in the land of no man Take a stand and I'll give you my hand Bare feet feel the touch of the sand Grit teeth let's get on with the plan Must be a way to move on Waving goodbye Babylon A place of my own I do long A space between right and the wrong Get up and follow me there Set up a commune that cares Only the bravest will dare Building a something to share