On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India

The truth never set me free When all that is waiting for you Won't come any closer You can't be too careful anymore You've got to reach out a little more You've got to reach out I settled down

How could I ever go back Back to the life Where I lived amongst the dead Who have forgotten how to feel And become slaves to memory And wishful thinking But your love has set me free As you awaken every star That has been sleeping In the constellation of

I felt so free Where I wanted to be The days went so fast How I wish they could last So far from my homeland I´m lost in time For that peace of mind Those sacred landscapes Come miles around

Join the Scottish revolution Freedom must be won by blood Now we call for revolution Play the pipes and cry out loud Rally all the clans Now that our time has come to fight Scotland must unite We'll make a stand on Stirling ground To put a challenge to

Time is on my side, yes it is You'll come runnin' back to me, yeah Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is, I said Now you all were saying that you want to be free But you'll come runnin' back (I said you would baby) You'll come runnin' back (like I

The negative one and me The Lord of lies The morning star You had to be set free Opposing sides Your choices are I hope you live To see the day When your world comes up in flames

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull up, like what's up,

I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on my mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe I come through with

And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us And go mad for a couple grams