Shout about your freedom
You plead the weak and poor
Pouring out your conscience
Of which you're really sure
But who will save democracy
When all the killing's done
Certainly not you
With your bombs and your gun
Slave to freedom
The bodies and the mourning
Will be your epitaph
You may have laughed the loudest
But you will not laugh the last
And who will save democracy
When all the killing's done
Certainly not you
With your bombs and your gun
Slave to freedom
Your rule is nearly through
Slave to freedom
You shout for me and you
You shout for me and you
You shout about the innocent
But your guilt is plain to see
The money's in your pockets
When the hurt coounting is through
Shout about your freedom
You plead the weak and poor
Pouring out your conscience
Of which you're really sure
Freedom
It's too late
You're a slave
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Lyrics submitted by koh.