Lunik TM

Bloody teeth and a broken cup
Tiny wounds or a scape of rot
Clouds of smoke and a heart of steel
She knows exactly how he feels

And he says
"You gotta be free
We gotta be free
I gotta be free"
And she says
"We got to be three"

Winter, spring, summer, fall
The seasons changed and so did rock and roll
You didn't hear the old man's call
As rolling rocks became cannonballs

And she says
"You gotta be free
We gotta be free
I gotta be free"
And he says
"Why don't we swap personality?"

Bloody teeth and a broken cup
Tiny wounds or a scape of rot
Clouds of smoke and a heart of steel
She knows exactly how he feels

And he says
"You gotta be free
We gotta be free
I gotta be free"
And she says
"We got to be three"

Winter, spring, summer, fall
The seasons changed and so did rock and roll
You didn't hear the old man's call
As rolling rocks became cannonballs

And she says
"You gotta be free
We gotta be free
I gotta be free
You got to be free"