Crash came I hit the street running
I'm clearly out of my safe zone
I guess I should have made some better plans
Back in the alley collecting cans
I couldn't smell the smoke
I couldn't feel the burning
Time was running out
Still I get that yearning
Fast cars, young girls
Just trying to keep myself alive
Screaming out my little heart
In this downtown dirty dive
I'm middle aged
I'm in a rage
Just trying to keep alive
I got a safe word
I call it freedom
I got a safe word
I call it freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom 85
I can't afford a hole in the ground
Hey buddy got a match light me on fire
I told my wife take me to the vet
Put me down like your favourite pet
Freedom 85. We hold these truths to be self- evident
The race to the bottom is over!
Sorry, bottom redefined
Race continues
Bottom card played in race to the bottom
The race to the bottom is like a dog chasing it's tail
It is a never-ending loop
Just when you think the bottom can go no lower
The bottom drops out, and the race is back on
In recent years we downgraded Pluto from planet status
While at the same time, the Plutocracy continues it's ascent
Business today has become more feudalistic than ever
Rights? Negotiation? What do these terms mean anymore?
In this game of smoke and mirrors
We may be upgraded to an e-cigarette, but the vapours still remain