Testo: Dropkick Murphys. Freedom.

Freedom

Same old story, nothings changed.
Only the rules have been rearranged.
You treat the losers commodity.
Act to someone yourself by day to day

What's going on?
What's going on?
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Blinded by ex-cons ready made

Net to a hero's own, nothing paid
Ex-murderers up in a tree
Let's start a drink called Anarchy

Chorus

Repeat Freedom 'til the end