Free, free, free
They all want to be
But what is the cost?
We bleed red, white and blue, but crimson runs the thickest and disppears in one swig
Death by hunger, death by war, death by the pig
But where do they go?
Flooding to America, the streets are paved with gold
That is until your job fleets and Washington takes its hold
But how can women complain?
Sitting on the street black dress red lipstick in hand
I know what you thought, but she was just going out to see a band
Why is it like this?