Call it libertarian 'cos we do as we pleasedon't need fear of force to foster no moralitymorals 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 fuck with you, don't fuck with me
The blueprints of a better worldwere printed on a postage stamp
No one bothered to read the frontstick out their tongue to lick the back
The plan, the plan
If you're not part of the cure,you're part of the diseasefather time will tell us who concedes
The blueprints of a better worlddisguised, getting revealed as fortunes
Ten thousand chinese restaurantcustomers prefer not to readand when they're done don't think, just leaving (might be "eating")a turning point we call the plan.