In a time of idle kings.

The pressure of the word
Trying to be heard
Patriachal order sir
Tell the girls the answer
No life in that group, no growth either
I dont want to know the Greek
I want to caress Jesus' cheek
No more dry academia please
not afraid of death, not me.
Now I know how a woman feels.
Leave them alone and let them breath
Take me out of here and let me sing
Need to have some fun
Otherwise what's the point chum.