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A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute |
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Figures out the true meaning |
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Of freedom, not freedom like |
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AmericaFreedom like a shopping cart |
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Kick back, no tense, you gotta bag of grub |
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Cost you about 50 cents |
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No fear, no fuckin' feat, malt liquor |
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Tastes much better on the street |
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Crustin', a way of life for heroines |
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And heroes who hitch hike the road |
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To Eden, not |
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Eden like the garden state |
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Eden like the state of mind |
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Kick back, cheap thrills, you'll do anythin' |
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For a laugh even if it kills you |
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The bridge, you took it out |
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The ticket takers suddenly lost count |
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Sleeping under rays |
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Your teeth crumbling away |
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Say goodbye to all responsibility |
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You never wanted it man |
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Wasting time |
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Whenever you get the chance |
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Which happens to be all the time |
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Kick back, free meals, a couple times a day |
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You make a couple of shady deals |
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No work, no fuckin' pay |
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Cardboard condominium by the bay |
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Between the red and black |
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You're never going back |
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Say goodbye to all responsibility |
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You never wanted it man |
