The Next Society . . . The Next World

Do not give your soul to him,
But do not live a life of sin.
Live for yourself, only for you,
Don't be pessimistic, don't be blue.
Don't give a cent to the other man,
Save as much money as you can,
Spend it all, have a spree,
It's your life and you are free.
If he's not got a cent to spend
He should borrow from a friend.
If he's got not mates to peck,
He should hang weights around his neck,
Then jump in the sea and forget to swim,
And he would be in the land of Him.
The land of him, a funny land
A feudal place, under one big man.
The people must pay to live with him
and they must stay all very trim.
Once out of place, then they will fall,
They will have a lovely ball;
Immorality, gambling and drink
This is a place that'll make you think.
It's Hell all right and you never know,
This night could be when you will go.

Chris Loft # 9 1968