Our Puram

Oh Puram…
The spirit
My life’s worth can fit into a carryon
Clothed and ready with paint to represent the sun
Homeless bird, transform into a scarlet swan
My sweet Lord, you’re much more than a creationist song
You fell to earth December 1931
A muddy rich foundation which to build upon
To sing your praise and say we’ve only just begun
Slowly, surely
We’ll forget about
Rolls-Royce fleets and brainwashed demagogues
Slowly, surely
We’ll forget about
All the big things we can’t hide above
Slowly, surely
We’ll forget about
Our Puram… Our Puram…
We’re voting then boarding the bus
Back to the sidewalks we’re from
We’re voting then boarding the bus
Sent back to the hostels we’re from
We’re from… we're from…
We’re voting then boarding the bus
Shipped back to the sidewalks we’re from
We’re boarding and boarding
And boarding and boarding
And boarding and boarding
And boarding and boarding…
(Ohhh…)