Freedom

Written by：Gabriel Bruce/Frederick Macpherson

I'm going somewhere

Guess I'm only about halfway there

And all I own's this flesh and bone

And the book of common prayer

If you'd like a hippy

I could grow my hair

If you'd like a man inform

I've got a bullet wound I could wear

Oh f**k your atmosphere

I don't care if I'm going to hell

Go find somebody else to save

I've got some poison I wanna inhale

You've got to find that freedom

That strangest of feelings

And hold tight

You've got to find that freedom

That strangest of feelings

And hold tight

There's some badmen out there

And I know cause I've read books

They populate their pages

With humbert humberts and captain hooks

I've heard about all the problems

You've been fixing

Donating forks to the soup kitchen

So find that freedom

That strangest of feelings

And hold tight

You've got to find that freedom

That strangest of feelings

And hold tight

I met her first some time ago

Her skin was white as virgin snow

Her hair a careless clutch of autumn leaves

I tried to find some use for her

Lover executioner

Said here's my body do with it as you please

Well I got excited when she came along

Cause her skirt was short but her legs were long

You've gotta find that freedom

That strangest of feelings

And hold tight

You've got to find that freedom

That strangest of feelings

And hold tight

It easy rock you man and go you hear

Higher higher higher

Higher higher higher

Higher higher higher

Higher

You won't stay

Higher