Call

it

li-

ber-

ta-

ri-

an,

cause

we

do

as

we

please

Don't

need

fear,

or

force

or

farce

To

know

mo-

ra-

li-

ty

Cuz

mo-

rals

a-

ren't

subs-

tance

You

can

shove

in

some-

one's

ear

They're

ba-

si-

cally

a

bi--

pro-

duct

Of

a

mind

thin-

king

clear

The

plan,

The

plan

It's

no-

thing

like

the

bi-

ble,

There's

no

les-

son

to

be

learned

It

ain't

the

ten

com-

mand-

ments,

Cause

no-

things

writ-

ten

in

stone

It

has

to

do

with

free-

dom

And

per-

so-

nal

li-

ber-

ty

I

don't

fuck

with

you

don't

fuck

with

me

The

blue-

prints

of

a

bet-

ter

world

Were

writ-

ten

on

a

pos-

tage

stamp

No

one

bo-

thered

to

read

the

front

Stick

out

their

tongue

to

lick

the

back

The

plan,

The

plan,

The

plan,

The

plan

If

you're

not

part

of

the

cure

You're

part

of

the

di-

sease

Fat-

her

time

will

tell

us

who

con-

cedes

The

blue-

prints

of

a

bet-

ter

world

Dis-

guise

and

re-

vealed

as

for-

tunes

Ten

thou-

sand

Chi-

nese

Res-

tau-

rant

Cus-

to-

mers

pre-

fer

not

to

read

it

When

they're

taught

Don't

think,

just

eat

it

A

tur-

ning

point

we

call

the

plan