The Plan

Call it libertarian 'cos we do as we please don't need fear of force to foster no morality morals are a substitute concern in someone's ear They're basically a by-product of home, I think it clear The plan, the plan It's nothing like the bible, there's no lesson to be learned It ain't the 10 commandments, 'cause nothing's written in stone It has to do with freedom and personal liberty I don't f**k with you, don't f**k with me The blueprints of a better world were printed on a postage stamp No one bothered to read the front stick out their tongue to lick the back The plan, the plan If you're not part of the cure, you're part of the disease father time will tell us who concedes The blueprints of a better world disguised, getting revealed as fortunes Ten thousand chinese restaurant customers prefer not to read and when they're done don't think, just leaving (might be "eating") a turning point we call the plan.