Freedom fighter

[soothsayer]

Our Father in high Heaven

Hollowed be thy name

I’ll replay the whole damn scene

And you’ll be running in the end

Mother, Father look what I’ve become

And I’ve been up there

And I’ve been up there

Here my friend lays on the ground

Look up I’m the punching clown

Lost her dignity down in Memphis

She thought I’d lost my soul

If I thought this was a dream

I would have gone insane

That your compassion

Is nothing but a scheme

And I’ve been up there

And I’ve been up there

Here my friend lays on the ground

Look up I’m the punching clown

Why why why why why?

Sometimes when I’m black and blue

I cross my heart and think of you

Why?

Could it be the problems

All the problems that strike your life

Walk down the street and follow me

You’ve punched down hard on the problems that strike your life

But freedom can’t be won it must be earned

Why?