Go off into your daily job

While you go and soul rob

Playing games of clown and jester

As long as you not I pester

I have greater dreams to master

So we may have a future faster

I have not times for square dealers

No pretenders and false healers

Go and get your little job

But do not my soul rob

With your misery and lack of understanding

Because I have work to do so we can all be sole feet landing

For the misery you have found yourself in

Is from your own inner din

I have far too much to do

Than listen to you moan about your painful shoe

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