My friend
Jerry used to be a freak, he had hair
right down to his shoes
See him now, you'd never believe
all the things that he used to do
But he's still alive, and you can't deny,
he's done alright for him self
Oh brother, tell me about
the price you pay
Talkin' about freedom,
what a freedom
Falling on me
I jumped in a pot full of lukewarm coffee
Cause I couldn't find a place to hide
Got a head full of caffeine
Too much saccharinity
Spent by my side
But I gotta take care
Not to blow my cover cos I've
only got one more life
And I don't want to throw it away
I'm talking about freedom, final freedom
Falling on me
I can't be a fool cos I know
what you're thinking
And I'm not gonna do what you want
I've been blessed with
water from the holy tap
I nearly drowned in the
Norman
Font
But I held my breath
And I stayed quite still
Until they turned and they
walked away
And then I drank in the
stained glass sun
I'm talking about freedom
Run of freedom
Falling on me
I can see by your smile
You're on a one -way ride
And you don't plan to turn around
You've got a
Morrison poem,
Hedrick's strat
And a
Beatles added down
And you get so high
When you calculate
The value of your toys
Oh man, I'm getting mad
out of this room
I'm talking about freedom
Honor, freedom
Falling off it
I built my house out of paper plates
On the edge of the
Goodwin sands
First big win is gonna be the last
Then I'm moving to the
Isle of
Man
But I might not stay, no,
cos it's too cut off
And there aren't enough things to see
Oh yeah, but is it everywhere the same?
I'm talking about freedom, run of freedom
Falling on me
Talkin' bout a 3 and 1 of freedom
Falling on me
Talkin' bout a 3 and 1 of freedom
Falling on me