Burning tires, burning books
You run around like you own the town
The fists now fly, we know not why
That's how it goes when you're flying high
Freedom's not so free, freedom's not so free
What we gonna do, with someone like you?
What we gonna do, with someone...like...
His baton swing, he hit something
The judge sent him down now he's not around
Locked up tight, cold cell night
The judge sent him there and we don't care
Freedom's not so free, freedom's not so free
What we gonna do, with someone like you?
What we gonna do, with someone...like...
Freedom's not so free for someone like me
Freedom's not so free for someone like me
What we gonna do, with someone like you?
What we gonna do, with someone like you?
What we gonna do, with someone like you?
What we gonna do, with someone...like you.