Pharaoh’s

Let my people go, I told the Pharaoh
Let them go from their conceptual bondage!
Let them be liberated from their limited horizons
Let them be free to finally see
That after all this
We’re still in the throes of slavery

Let my people go, I told the Pharaoh
And they are all my people
From the starving poor
To the Masters of War
They are my people
And they will till your fields no more

Let my people go, I warned
Or before your Empire is mourned
The sea will swallow your screams of horror
More plagues we shall call
Chipping away all your layers of walls
Until your pyramid finally falls
Let my people go, Pharaoh,
For you too are held in the trap
There is a way out and here is the map

Let my people go from their Irony Prison
The pentagon fortress of Western Material Rationalism!
Let my people go from the dark dungeons
Of dogmatic frozen sons of schism
Let my people go, for only as one can we be freed
Let my people go, from the poison pill of greed
Let my people go, or the plagues will descend
And your children will desert you and all you intend
Just be sure we’re free and clear
Or we’ll release the worst of your Dynasty’s fears
And shed no Nile Crocodile Tears
When the trumpet blares in your ancient ears

Let my people go, from hopelessly outmoded
Moldy old phoney moralities!
From mindless allegiance to authority
And from the stench of ugly bigotry
From the catacombs of how things used to be
When so-and-so the seventeenth lorded over humanity

Let my people go, Pharaoh
It’s for your own good
These pyramids are ruining the neighborhood
Let my people go, for you live here too
Something’s got to go
So like this a cat a few thousand years ago
I say, Pharaoh, let my people go!
Let my people go!
Let my people go!
They are all my people, every last one
Your house will be troubled
Until our freedom is won
Your house will be troubled
Until our freedom is won