you think you are free
yet what is this you do?
you tell me i cant break you
but i think you are already torn
you say i cant tell you what to do
but i see you be a slave with a smile on your face
i have asked myself a thousand times
why all the contradictions in your own defense
and you are right, i cant tell you what to do
but you let them boss you around for that green stuff
that little rectangle of strange green paper
that is so valuable to so many people
i will find another way to survive
i wont let myself be slave like that
if im gonna work hard all the same
i better do so for something worth the pain
cause i have never in any way
been a slave to anyone
and im not about to start anytime soon