O, to shy away from days of opulence,
 Of fakings, and false-starts.
 Open up the chests of all our best men.
 We don't demand villainry,
 We demand a new dawn.
 Girls are foxes.
 Boys are boxers
 His and Hers troubled ambassadors
 Whose times have yet to come.
 There are no locks, there are no keys,
 Only excecutors and executees.
 What will our cut come to
 With minds so new, with mouths so clean?