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| Words and Music by “Complex Numbers”Copyright © 2003 - Seneca Falls Music - All Rights Reserved |
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You tell me I have my freedom, but I don’t understand why
If I really have freedom, why is it I can't get high?
While looking over our shoulders, they do things we shouldn't do.
Give us that old double standard,“do as I say, not as I do”.
I'd like to know, who made up the rules?
Can someone tell me, do they really think we're fools?
Sell weapons to other Countries, call it free trade if you will.
Those who see it another way, call it your license to kill.
And we have men in the Whitehouse, who seem to glorify war.
Now we don't have communism to fight they point the guns at our door
They'll break it down in a minute take your home and property
And they'll call it a war on drugs but it's a war against you and me
Wake up people can't you see what’s going on
How many rights do we loose before we tell them that they're wrong
Well you can stay if you want to follow hypocrisy in vain
As for me I have no hope for change Amsterdam looks better each day
They don't preach morals or values that has to come from within
What people need is the right to choose even if in your mind they sin
What we need to teach is responsibility
Once we learn that the rest comes easy
You tell me I have my freedom, but I don’t understand why
If I really have freedom, why is it I can't get high?
why is it I can't get high?... why is it I can't get high? |
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