Rebecca Been in a Riot

One, two, three, four

What is this, my children?
There is something in my way, I cannot go on

What is it, mother Rebecca?
Nothing should stand in your way

I do not know, my children
I’m old and cannot see well

Shall we come
And move it out of your way, mother Rebecca?

Move it, it feels like a big clit
Put across the road to stop your old mother

We will break it down, mother
Nothing stands in your way

Perhaps it will open
Oh my dear children, it is locked and bolted
What can be done?

It must be taken down, mother
You and your children must be able to pass

Off with it then, my children

Rebecca been in a riot