Freedom

I'm going somewhere

Guess I'm only about halfway there

And all I own's this flesh and bone

And a book of common prayer

If you'd like a hippie

Well, I could grow my hair

If you'd like a man in uniform

I got a bullet wound I could wear

Oh, fuck your atmosphere

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

Go find somebody else to save

I got some poison I want to inhale

You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings

And hold tight

You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings

And hold tight

There's some bad men out there

And I know 'cause I read books, yeah

They populate their pages

With Humphrey Bogarts and Captain Hooks

I heard about all the problems you've been fixing

Yeah, donating fox to the soup kitchen

So find that freedom that strangers to feelings

And hold tight

You gotta find that freedom that strangers to 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 was long

You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings

And hold tight

You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings

And hold tight

Hey, Jamesy, rock it, man

I know you will