and the Peacocks are in power,
who knows what happens when the Peacocks go?
The Peacocks are in power.
Power, power, what is power?
Where does power come from?
Is power down beneath the sea?
Is power in the yellow sun?
The pilgrims travel off the earth
and yearn for power's might,
but the Peacocks arrived before them all;
the Peacocks left last night.
Power, power, what is power?
Where does power come from?
Is power in the ancient days?
Is power yet in days to come?
The Peacocks preen themselves some more,
their feathers gleaming in the sun,
and glossy patterns wriggle around
running, screaming, from the gun.
Power, power, what is power?
Where does power come from?
It's in the gun, it's in the gun,
that's where power comes from.
Peacocks scatter, Peacocks run,
Now you know where power comes from.
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