Morse Code Guitar

He set out to rule the world

He promised them freedom
Peace and fuck the system
With his "be what you are"
And his Morse Code Guitar

His message was received
Or so he believed
And the people would follow him
Where-ever he'd lead
He gave peace and freedom
They fucked the system
"We will be what you are!"
They followed him and his Morse Code Guitar

He ruled over every land he went through
And they did everything his guitar told them to do
And they gave him a bigger home
And a faster car
And they replaced, for a better one,
His Morse Code Guitar

But the freedom was lost
In his servants' quarters
And the peace it was battered
In the riots outside
They had fucked his system
"We will be what we are!"
He was thrown from his castle,
Lost his Morse Code Guitar

Wandering the streets
He gave a coin to a street performer
Singing "be what you are"
He didn't notice his old Morse Code Guitar

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