A misfit, who is old before his time
Poverty has turned him to crime
Boredom gives him too much time to think
He pours another drinkA burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the freeHe wonders why his landscape looks so strange?
Burger bars are home on the range
An empty bottle falling from his hand
He doesn't understandA burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the freeA cork unlocks the door to other lands
Of battles won and destinies in hand
A half remembered state of liquid dreams
Where things aren't what they seemA burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the freeA naked savage dressed in shirt and jeans
[Incomprehensible]A burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the freeA burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free