 
Such derision when you fled 
They bruised your lank shins while you were down 
Some kicked the crutches from under your arms 
You are one sorry story 
A lost cause from conceivment 
Still I like you and your thinking mind 
And it's like a good book reads. 
Always question your country 
There's knives in their blue eyes 
So read up and turn off the telly 
And say you do 
Say you love us like i know you will 
and that our deaths won't be in vain 
or in the name of gasoline 
You then displaced to Paris 
Claiming your extra baggage 
Mashing the fancy of your relatives 
Nothing but tactfulness and peace 
Outdoor resturants and coffee 
Books under your arms insted of crutches. 
And it's like a good book reads. 
Always question your country 
There's knives in their blue eyes 
So read up and turn off the telly 
I said read up turn off the telly 
And say you do 
Say you love us like i know you will 
and that our deaths won't be in vain 
or in the name of gasoline 
And say you do 
Say you love us like i know you will 
and that our deaths won't be in vain 
or in the name of gasoline 
The bombs ring 
we all sing, "freedom at last!" 
the bombs ring 
children scream 
Freedom at Last! 
The bombs ring 
we all sing, "freedom at last!" 
the bombs ring 
Freedom at last 
And say that you do 
Say you love us like i know you will 
and that our deaths won't be in vain 
or in the name 
And say you do 
Say you love us like i know you will 
and that our deaths won't be in vain 
or in the name of gasoline
