Frank Turner - Something of Freedom lyrics
[Frank Turner - Something of Freedom lyrics]
Lord save me from those with
My best interests at heart
Lord save me from sleeves
Emblazoned with hearts
From fools who place horses in
Front of their carts
Who care less for learning than teaching
For they know not of what they are speaking
Yeah, you're marching in matching
Che Guevara T-shirts
You're so damn conceited
It's starting to hurt
You were born into freedom so
You don't know it's worth
And you constantly speak of solutions
But, you only repeat revolution
When you live with your parents
Your ideals come cheap
But what of the families
With children to feed
For the ones who've scored riches
Have more than they need
While the rest of us think of survival
Your money can pay for your morals
You say that for omelettes
You're gonna need to break eggs
But, if you follow your logic
You're soon breaking heads
To patch your polemic, you tear us to shreds
You'd steal all our voices for your thunder
For your politics, nothing but plunder
And we will not be judged
Or be put into place
As no more than members of class are of race
We're free individuals and that's
What you hate our society is not a machine
You can steer or shut down as you please
And one day you'll struggle to
Make your ends meet
And one day you'll struggle to
Stand on your feet
And you'll find something true that'll
Make your heart beat
And you'll sacrifice something of meaning
And you'll understand something of freedom
My best interests at heart
Lord save me from sleeves
Emblazoned with hearts
From fools who place horses in
Front of their carts
Who care less for learning than teaching
For they know not of what they are speaking
Yeah, you're marching in matching
Che Guevara T-shirts
You're so damn conceited
It's starting to hurt
You were born into freedom so
You don't know it's worth
And you constantly speak of solutions
But, you only repeat revolution
When you live with your parents
Your ideals come cheap
But what of the families
With children to feed
For the ones who've scored riches
Have more than they need
While the rest of us think of survival
Your money can pay for your morals
You say that for omelettes
You're gonna need to break eggs
But, if you follow your logic
You're soon breaking heads
To patch your polemic, you tear us to shreds
You'd steal all our voices for your thunder
For your politics, nothing but plunder
And we will not be judged
Or be put into place
As no more than members of class are of race
We're free individuals and that's
What you hate our society is not a machine
You can steer or shut down as you please
And one day you'll struggle to
Make your ends meet
And one day you'll struggle to
Stand on your feet
And you'll find something true that'll
Make your heart beat
And you'll sacrifice something of meaning
And you'll understand something of freedom