Are we free or afraid Of what we're told Are we out of or under My mind's only made of dust From stars and clouds and oceans all unseen Mercury's in retrograde Don't believe a thing I say You know I don't believe that stuff

Is it real, cause you're on live I'm a good son You're a good son When we were coming down they said it was too soon I never had to lie no no no no We were coming down, they left us all alone Way to nowhere, nowhere. I know you've been around I feel you

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

No, we ain't gonna take it Oh we're not gonna take it Oh we're not gonna take it anymore We're right (yeah) We're free (yeah) We'll fight (yeah) You'll see (yeah) We're not gonna take it

I'll never grow up You think that life's a free ride We're gonna end your party With some responsibility Hey whadaya doin' with your life Why don'tcha settle down And find yourself a wife

Through the prettiest country From Georgia to Tennessee My troubles behind me I'm alive and I'm free Who wouldn't want to be me I got no money in my pockets I got a hole in my jeans We're on the wheels of an angel This road keeps windin'

Smiling in the sunlight Laughing in the rain I wish that we were Young and foolish again Young and foolish Why is it wrong to be Young and foolish? We haven't long to be Soon enough the carefree days

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December

No, we ain't gonna take it Oh we're not gonna take it Oh we're not gonna take it anymore We're right (yeah) We're free (yeah) We'll fight (yeah) You'll see (yeah) We're not gonna take it

'Cause it's all that I want And I want to be free I got Satan riding next to me 'Cause we're all bloody freaks And we'll give you the creeps Chasing fireflies and zeroes Concrete dream (hey) I'm gonna make a scene, radio Caught burning gasoline, sleeping