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 drink. 



(Chorus) 



A burning, bitter taste of irony 

A prisoner in the land of the free. 





He wonders why his landscape looks so strange 

Burger bars are home on the range 

An empty bottle falling from his hand 

He does`nt understand. 





(Chorus) 



A burning, bitter taste of irony 

A prisoner in the land of the free. 





A 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 seem. 





(Chorus) 



A burning, bitter taste of irony 

A prisoner in the land of the free. 



A naked savage dressed in shirt and jeans 

A burning, bitter taste of irony 

A prisoner in the land of the free. 





(Chorus) 



A burning, bitter taste of irony 

A prisoner in the land of the free.