The baby's not screaming enough

The singers not singing enough

Ramana's not breathing to us

Behold the unsheathing

It's love The blade is not ready

To cut

It's dull from our thinking

It's rough Free love is a world

I can't linger too long in, yea

Free love was just another party

For the hippies to ruin

Yea Behold the unsheathing

It's love

Behold the unsheathing

It's love

(Love) Free love is a knife through

The jugular vein son, yea

Free love, I can't afford to add up

What you fuckers are made of?

No

(Come on, come on, come on, come on, c'mon) Free love is a world

We can't linger too long in, no

Free love was just another party

For the hippies to ruin

Yea

(Come on, come on, come on, come on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)