Do I believe in the holy sisterhood
Has me doing things for the good
Of others not myself 
Because the way the cards are dealt
Seem to aim for our division 
As we fight each other like some kind of Britain 
And if we’re not to fuel empire
Must we attenuate desire
Or could we grow and speak
The power that makes us weak
And I smile at the good
Of your heart and the wood
Is dense and thick
And you’re kinda driving stick
Around the road in front of me
As I’m lying, automatically