Freedom

Lyrics
Look down next to your feet, boy What do you see down there? Glass glistening in the moonlight Pick up that bottle and feel its weight in your hand Feels good, now doesn't it? Why don't you put that bottle where it belongs? You know where that is? Trash is the windows of a million tract houses Trash is the windows of a million cop cars Trash is the windows of a million tract houses Trash is the windows of a million cop cars Do you know what else you can do with that bottle? You can recycle it I'll show you how to do that Or smash it over a skinhead's face Well, all I see is a dead world Covered up by building and streets Well, all I see are dead people Living in this dead world they made Well, all I see are dead thoughts Unable to understand anything except what they see Oh, I'll open your eyes Then I will shut you down Trash is the windows of a million tract houses Trash is the windows of a million cop cars Trash is the windows of a million tract houses Trash is the windows of a million cop cars But that would not be nice, now would it, boy? Put that bottle back down in the gutter Think your thoughts of order, and go back home Don't you know you'd almost become a free man Free to do what you thought? Don't you know you'd almost become a free man Free to do what you thought was right And beautiful?
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Filth (Punk)