We Are Free
Awake at night and sleepy all day
These pills made me confused
What did the teacher say?
A grand on the sheets
Makes mommy who you want her to be
I close my eyes 'cause a job is a job and
She fucks for our safety
Set her hopes free
Set her dreams free
Set her soul free
Whoa-oh-oh
The city, a jungle, the people still struggle
Whoa-oh-oh
The streets are the playground to learn how to fuck up
The man who pays her is pretty much fucked like her
Trapped in a dead end job, no life he deserves
It started out good with college where I should've learned
Money does not mean safety, I'd trade all I've earned
Set his hopes free
Set his dreams free
Set his soul free
Whoa-oh-oh
The city, a jungle, the people still struggle
Whoa-oh-oh
The streets are the playground to learn how to fuck up
All we wanted was safety
Not power or money
Set her hopes free
Set her dreams free
Set her soul free
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
The city, a jungle, the people still struggle
Whoa-oh-oh
The streets are the playground to learn how to fuck up
Whoa-oh-oh
The city, a jungle, the people still struggle
Whoa-oh-oh
The streets are the playground to learn how to fuck up
These pills made me confused
What did the teacher say?
A grand on the sheets
Makes mommy who you want her to be
I close my eyes 'cause a job is a job and
She fucks for our safety
Set her hopes free
Set her dreams free
Set her soul free
Whoa-oh-oh
The city, a jungle, the people still struggle
Whoa-oh-oh
The streets are the playground to learn how to fuck up
The man who pays her is pretty much fucked like her
Trapped in a dead end job, no life he deserves
It started out good with college where I should've learned
Money does not mean safety, I'd trade all I've earned
Set his hopes free
Set his dreams free
Set his soul free
Whoa-oh-oh
The city, a jungle, the people still struggle
Whoa-oh-oh
The streets are the playground to learn how to fuck up
All we wanted was safety
Not power or money
Set her hopes free
Set her dreams free
Set her soul free
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
The city, a jungle, the people still struggle
Whoa-oh-oh
The streets are the playground to learn how to fuck up
Whoa-oh-oh
The city, a jungle, the people still struggle
Whoa-oh-oh
The streets are the playground to learn how to fuck up
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Radetzky, Marcus Schwarzbach, Michael Dreilich
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