An nation stands with heart in hand to sing their anthem proudly.
Voices raised to sing their praise of their hollow country.
All this talk of freedom, and this talk of liberty,
From your plastic podium you try and convince me.
I can't fall anymore for some silver-tounged song.
Your freedom isn't free, so let me say what freedom means to--
I can't see red, white, and blue waving in the air.
I don't hear the bombs bursting and I don't even care.
I'm sorry for my lack of faith, I'm not the greatest patriot.
If this is all there is to freedom I don't want it.
I can't fall anymore for some silver-tounged song.
Your freedom isn't free, so let me say what freedom means to--
Pushing us a drug that you call freedom and democracy,
Promiss us that selfishness is the means for happiness.
I burned that bridge so long ago that I can hardly see,
Anything but solace in what freedom means to me.
I can't fall anymore for some silver-tounged song.
Your freedom isn't free, so let me say what freedom means to--
It cannot mean to serve ourselves, that doesn't mean a thing.
It doesn't mean to give the license to seek ourselves in anything.
That would be slavery to ourselves, it isn't free.
Jesus Christ, the only thing that freedom means to me.
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