How long are we gonna last? "How long?" Everybody has to ask hey Freedom to joke Freedom to hope Freedom to win Freedom to be in How long? Freedom
ask freedom to joke freedom to hope freedom to win freedom to be in how long are we going to last how long are we going to have to ask freedom to
Oversettelse: Simply Red. Frihet.
ask freedom to joke freedom to hope freedom to win freedom to be in how long are we going to last how long are we going to have to ask freedom to joke
to ask freedom to joke freedom to hope freedom to win freedom to be in how long are we going to last how long are we going to have to ask freedom to
the year, no matter the place, no matter the time [Common] Check it, it's like I'm fightin for freedom, writin for freedom These record company niggas
be wearing a red coat His mother sees jackets in white Now he can't understand Why does she see it this way? Why can't you see Freedom is sometimes just simply
simply me but it's universal Cause the shit's the real deal trying to build a commercial America, you tell me where's the freedom and liberty This place
to promote any legislation, (indeed, I don't know of any suggestion That any legislation 'd be passed), But to simply provide a form For airing the issue
my red monkey jeans im drunk as fuck and falling down and its exacly what it seems this do it fluid kicked in and im way past the legal limit freedoms
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat And a pale man walks in the threshold of
wheels Out in the streets and in the fields I simply questioned it all Stiletto in the sand, fingers on the triggers Tempers boiling over, bleed them red
be wearing a red coat His mother sees jackets in white Now he can't understand why does she see it this way Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes simply
mystical wizard, I will give it back But I'm off to the races, my face has got cracks Worn out and weathered like a red leather mask I've been through
to much heat and she said wont let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb so I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room I'm prayin soon that my
in the streets and in the fields I simply questioned it all... Stiletto in the sand Fingers on the triggers Tempers boiling over Bleed them red
