O to shy away from days of opulence

Of fakings and false-starts.

Open up the chests of all our best men.

We don't demand villainry

We demand a new dawn.

Girls are foxes.

Boys are boxers

His and Hers troubled ambassadors

Whose times have yet to come.

There are no locks there are no keys

Only excecutors and executees.

What will our cut come to

With minds so new with mouths so clean