They can do what they like; what do we care?
‘Freedom of expression’, in the constitution its clear;
Do what – whatever you will,
As long as you don’t endanger another human being
Like the press; you know, the press!
Left alone to do what they do with no stress,
No pressure; ’cause they’re the voice of the people,
The voice of the people, and therefore the government’s ‘conscience’
We’ve been freed…to do as we like,
But the problem is; there is no middle ground
And so, who decides what’s liberal and what’s not?
What’s cold and what’s hot?!
Britney Spears said ‘Living in sin is the new thing’
Typical of her, she speaks and hardly thinks
If she thought about it, she would see,
We’ve been living in sin from the first air we breathe
Contradictions; we all are different but trying to be the same
Trying to act proper but really are all insane
They say all men are dogs, but then call the women groupies
It’s funny; like four blind men editing a porn movie
Their hearing is quite sharp; for sure be glad
So ‘fuck me hard’ becomes ‘take me hard’
But the most important part of their work is uncovered
Pardon my French…matter of fact ‘pardon’ my life
Pardon the fact that I DO NOT NEED A WIFE
Pardon the fact that I don’t care what you think
Because you’re here only for now, gone in an eye’s blink
You’re free…he’s free, but really so in chains,
Because you think you’re free, but you’re playing on a string,
A string created to contain you from seeing
Scenes from the consequences of your sins…a cinema of graphics
A kaleidoscope of graffiti done on your flesh
I see your struggle, you really think you want free
But honestly you don’t, do you know what free is?
All you live for is a debauchery spree
So you say ‘Feel free’ …and do whatever you think
But ask yourself this; who indeed censors me?!??
You think you’re free, but really you’re not,
There’s a chain tied to the back of your skull…you’re STUCK!