something of freedom

Something Of Freedom

The Third Three Years - 2:19
Lord save me from those with my best interests at heart.
Lord save me from sleeves emblazoned with hearts,
From fools who place horses in front of their carts,
Who care less for learning than teaching,
For they know not of what they are speaking.

Yeah, you're marching in matching Che Guevara T shirts,
You're so damn conceited, it's starting to hurt.
You were born in to freedom so you don't know it's worth,
And you constantly speak of solutions,
But you only repeat revolution.

When you live with your parents, your ideals come cheap,
But what of the families with children to feed?
For the ones who've scored riches have more than they need.
While the rest of us think of survival,
Your money can pay for your morals.

You say that for omelettes, you're gonna need to break eggs,
But if you follow your logic, you're soon breaking heads.
To patch your polemic, you'd tear us to shreds.
You'd steal all our voices for your thunder.
Your politics are nothing but plunder.

And we will not be judged or be put into place
As no more than members of class are of race.
We're free individuals and that's what you hate.
Our society is not a machine
You can steer or shut down as you please.

And one day you'll struggle to make your ends meet,
And one day you'll struggle to stand on your feet,
And you'll find something true that'll make your heart beat,
And you'll sacrfice something of meaning,
And you'll understand something of freedom .

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