Some say the times are changing fast,
Some say they always have.
From what I’ve seen of revolution
I’d not bet on the favor of man,
But if I had to pick up sword and slash
Down enemies of all that’s human
I’d cut down first the apple tree
And in my ignorance, I’d burn the wood
To keep me warm and eat the fruit
So diligently procured
And placed into a pyramid of glee
Glowing red between my boots.