Freedom

Intro: freedom looks me down the barrel of a handgun seen it in this town, but they say we ain't got none finger on the trigger of a nine millimeter in the hands of your son, yeah a finger on the trigger of a nine millimeter in the hands of your son i'll cry freedom; freedom freedom looks me down the margin of a tax form but p'lic'emen were'nt around when David got shot four times in the face in a war to win the race its the rich against the poor four times in the face in a war to win the race the rich slaughter the poor Chorus Spoken: chords--repeated why should I have to pay five dollars for a gallon of gas when we can send a boy to shoot a rag-head and pay four-sixty? if a smart bomb explodes in a city, and I'm not there, does it make a sound? can you hear the children scream? they're not your kids though, right? red and white the stars and stripes, the blue is for the dead we will play the drum while Barack leads us on, walk of the living dead