Freedom Slaves Lyrics
| Song | Freedom Slaves |
| Artist | Tesla |
| Album | Replugged Live |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hannon, Wheat | |
| I pledge no allegiance to your flag. | |
| I feel I got me some damn good reasons for feelin' bad. | |
| Way they take away ev'ry mother's son, | |
| If you want freedom now, it's got to be won. | |
| It's only bullets. | |
| It's just a gun. | |
| Ain't gon' hurt no one. | |
| I don't know what they must be thinkin'. | |
| Makin' decisions on a hard night's drinkin'. | |
| Momma, gon' take your little boy. | |
| Gonna make him 'to a man, | |
| Make him a stranger in a strange land. [Chorus:] | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| What have you done | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| With ev'ry mother's son? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| Can't ya see that we're all freedom slaves? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| What have you done? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| And all for number one. | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| It's clear to see that we're all freedom slaves. | |
| No sign of justice nor liberty | |
| By takin' an | |
| Indian Nation, 'cause they was all that we wanted to be. | |
| All good people from the | |
| Kingdom of the | |
| Sun. Welcome to freedom. | |
| Now, there's work to be done. | |
| It's only natural to know it's wrong. | |
| Why did it go so long? | |
| I don't know what next they'll be killin', | |
| Rapin' the land with pollution and spillin'. | |
| Here's to the tired, to the hungry, to the helpless and the poor. | |
| Is there no glory for blisters and sores? [Chorus] | |
| Who are those people? | |
| So patriotically sittin' back of tables | |
| Pon their asses, lickin' labels, tryin' to change me. | |
| You'd think the way they act, the way they carry on, | |
| You'd think that | |
| I was the devil's | |
| Seventh Son. | |
| But it's only words. | |
| It's just a song. | |
| Ain't gonna hurt no one. [Chorus] | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Attention! | |
| About Face! | |
| March! Left, right, left, right, left, right. | |
| Your momma, she was a....[fade out] |
| zuo ci : Hannon, Wheat | |
| I pledge no allegiance to your flag. | |
| I feel I got me some damn good reasons for feelin' bad. | |
| Way they take away ev' ry mother' s son, | |
| If you want freedom now, it' s got to be won. | |
| It' s only bullets. | |
| It' s just a gun. | |
| Ain' t gon' hurt no one. | |
| I don' t know what they must be thinkin'. | |
| Makin' decisions on a hard night' s drinkin'. | |
| Momma, gon' take your little boy. | |
| Gonna make him ' to a man, | |
| Make him a stranger in a strange land. Chorus: | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| What have you done | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| With ev' ry mother' s son? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| Can' t ya see that we' re all freedom slaves? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| What have you done? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| And all for number one. | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| It' s clear to see that we' re all freedom slaves. | |
| No sign of justice nor liberty | |
| By takin' an | |
| Indian Nation, ' cause they was all that we wanted to be. | |
| All good people from the | |
| Kingdom of the | |
| Sun. Welcome to freedom. | |
| Now, there' s work to be done. | |
| It' s only natural to know it' s wrong. | |
| Why did it go so long? | |
| I don' t know what next they' ll be killin', | |
| Rapin' the land with pollution and spillin'. | |
| Here' s to the tired, to the hungry, to the helpless and the poor. | |
| Is there no glory for blisters and sores? Chorus | |
| Who are those people? | |
| So patriotically sittin' back of tables | |
| Pon their asses, lickin' labels, tryin' to change me. | |
| You' d think the way they act, the way they carry on, | |
| You' d think that | |
| I was the devil' s | |
| Seventh Son. | |
| But it' s only words. | |
| It' s just a song. | |
| Ain' t gonna hurt no one. Chorus | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Attention! | |
| About Face! | |
| March! Left, right, left, right, left, right. | |
| Your momma, she was a.... fade out |
| zuò cí : Hannon, Wheat | |
| I pledge no allegiance to your flag. | |
| I feel I got me some damn good reasons for feelin' bad. | |
| Way they take away ev' ry mother' s son, | |
| If you want freedom now, it' s got to be won. | |
| It' s only bullets. | |
| It' s just a gun. | |
| Ain' t gon' hurt no one. | |
| I don' t know what they must be thinkin'. | |
| Makin' decisions on a hard night' s drinkin'. | |
| Momma, gon' take your little boy. | |
| Gonna make him ' to a man, | |
| Make him a stranger in a strange land. Chorus: | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| What have you done | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| With ev' ry mother' s son? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| Can' t ya see that we' re all freedom slaves? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| What have you done? | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| And all for number one. | |
| Freedom slaves | |
| It' s clear to see that we' re all freedom slaves. | |
| No sign of justice nor liberty | |
| By takin' an | |
| Indian Nation, ' cause they was all that we wanted to be. | |
| All good people from the | |
| Kingdom of the | |
| Sun. Welcome to freedom. | |
| Now, there' s work to be done. | |
| It' s only natural to know it' s wrong. | |
| Why did it go so long? | |
| I don' t know what next they' ll be killin', | |
| Rapin' the land with pollution and spillin'. | |
| Here' s to the tired, to the hungry, to the helpless and the poor. | |
| Is there no glory for blisters and sores? Chorus | |
| Who are those people? | |
| So patriotically sittin' back of tables | |
| Pon their asses, lickin' labels, tryin' to change me. | |
| You' d think the way they act, the way they carry on, | |
| You' d think that | |
| I was the devil' s | |
| Seventh Son. | |
| But it' s only words. | |
| It' s just a song. | |
| Ain' t gonna hurt no one. Chorus | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Freedom slaves. | |
| Attention! | |
| About Face! | |
| March! Left, right, left, right, left, right. | |
| Your momma, she was a.... fade out |
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