Freedom - Gabriel Bruce

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 hippie

I could grow my hair

If you’d like a man in uniform

I’ve got a bullet wound I could wear

Go fuck 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 bad men 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

Yeah donating forks to the soup kitchen