I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request
I’m sick and tired of unlimited annoyance
The more we fight, the more we’re eager to protest
And not prepared to be thrown in tones of joyance
I’m disinclined to be coerced to your request
Each time the future shows its gruesome list of options
My compass never knows where’s east and where’s west
Another logic is applied to life concoctions
I’m disinclined to give reaction to request
Which sounds weird and will turn to be unfair
The ocean buried all the gold in dead man’s chest
For all the tea in China, I won’t go there