Freedom

(альбом: Bad Habits - 1995)

Night, is the time for the hunger
Through these rooms, you and I, we wander
Too much, too long, holding back the tears
I wait, do hard labour and I count the years
Soon the angels will unlock the sun
Break away these chains and turn away the gun
Nothing is better than the freedom...
Yeah-eah nothing is better yeah than the freedom

Let the law take a man from his family
See the evil on the fences down the highway
Too bad, so sad to be on the lam
From my home I must crawl on my knees and hands
And soon the angels will unlock the sun
Break away these chains, yeah and turn away the gun

Nothing is better than the freedom...
Yeah-eah nothing is better than the freedom
Yeah-eah nothing is better than the freedom
Yeah-eah nothing is better than the freedom

Nothing is better than the freedom
Nothing is better than the freedom
Nothing is better than the freedom
Nothing is better than the freedom

Ooo baby nothing
Nothing is better
Nothin's better
Yeaaah hey