The freedom that’s not free
the battle we don’t see
and though we fight it every day we
don’t know the reason why
There’s only a slight feel
something’s not quite real
if we could see the things they’re doing
we’d probably we’d have to cry
but nothing really matters
there’s a man up in the sky
The money we live for
the time that we sell more
take the precious things for granted
then it’s time to say goodbye
We’re selling ourselves short
and buying a big rort
and if we don’t do what we oughta
no one else will see the lie
so we sigh and keep our mouths shut
for the man up in the sky
Have you heard all the things they say that he said?
how we might have it rough until we are dead
but if we just follow meekly
and do the stuff that we’re told
our reward’s waiting for us
covered in gold
Stuff that they tell us
buy and make less fuss
so we just hand over our trust and
say things that justify
We want a new cellphone
we don’t want to feel alone
so we just do whatever’s ‘normal’
whatever gratifies
‘Cause we can always ask forgiveness
from the man up in the sky
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