We're going backwards,
Into the sin of self-neglect.
What do we stand for?
Its very easy to forget
The protest marches.
Is it the done thing to object?
So where's the freedom,
Your conscience hangs around your neck.
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where going crazy,
With paranoia fear and greed.
Accepting standards,
Believing what we hear and read.
And then we think we've
Sussed out a new reality.
But is this freedom
Just another hand from which we feed?
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
We're going nowhere,
In a vicious circles we gyrate.
The new sub-culture,
With clichés painted on their face.
We cannot see past,
The élitist barriers we create.
We reject the system,
But put another in its place.
So where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where's your freedom?
Writer(s): Richard Lucas
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