Freedom

I'm going somewhere
Guess I'm only about halfway there
And all I own's this flesh and bone
And a book of common prayer
If you'd like a hippie
Well, I could grow my hair
If you'd like a man in uniform
I got a bullet wound I could wear

Oh, fuck your atmosphere
I don't care if I'm going to hell
Go find somebody else to save
I got some poison I want to inhale

You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings
And hold tight
You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings
And hold tight

There's some bad men out there
And I know 'cause I read books, yeah
They populate their pages
With Humphrey Bogarts and Captain Hooks
I heard about all the problems you've been fixing
Yeah, donating fox to the soup kitchen

So find that freedom that strangers to feelings
And hold tight
You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings
And hold tight

I met her first some time ago
Her skin was white as virgin snow
Her hair a careless clutch of autumn leaves
I tried to find some use for her
Lover, executioner
Said, "Here's my body, do with it as you please"
Well, I got excited when she came along
'Cause her skirt was short but her legs was long

You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings
And hold tight
You gotta find that freedom that strangers to feelings
And hold tight

Hey, Jamesy, rock it, man
I know you will