This is freedom to me
Can't wipe the smile off when I call my loved ones
Sing about bruises and stories of rotting glory
Rot, rot, rot, rotting glory. We owe those hours on the road
Finally free again, back on the road again
With my friends and my family
I'm finally free again
Can't wipe the smile off when I call my loved ones
Sing about bruises and stories of rotting glory
Rot, rot, rot, rotting glory. We owe those hours on the road
Memories
A family picture without relatives
A street fight without enemies
No enemies
Free again. Free again. Back at it. A person. I am free again. Free again. All charged up, full battery