With the backlash blues Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla

I would do anything for you, I am safe, I am loved, I am free, baby Given just a little time, Give up the world I've made me And take you away, The vision of you in my life Listen with all of my spirit, for ecstasy calling, You know I believe,

I live my life, in my own way I've made my name, with ladies like you I'm a fine red-blooded love machine Shootin straight and talkin' mean I leave em right on cue Hey, but one thing you must realize Even when you fantasize My love is just a dead-end

We get a little crazy We get a little loud We're never gonna fake it We are wild We are free We are more than you think So call us freaks But that's just the way we roll

No we don't have a lot of money Free as we'll ever be Just as free Just me and you We live out in our old van Travel all across this land We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand Drive until the city lights

Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say Independence limited Freedom of choice is mad for you my friend Doesn't matter what you see Freedom of speech is words that they will bend Freedom with their exception Do you

America, the beautiful America, the murderer America, the funeral America, God bless America They just scared 'cause they don't understand us Give me my freedom Run from these demons Please don't give 'em a reason

Can you tell me where he's gone? I just looked around and he was gone. But it seems the good die young, yeah. You know, he freed a lot of people Has anyone here seen my old friend Abraham? Oh, he freed a lot of people Has anyone here seen my old friend

And it's you I miss So let it out It seemed perfect, The concept, Free from any regret Another couple based on teen sex You idiot, true I was just like you You see we were just like glue And let it out, now

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful