about political prisoners, locked up in your own home state
and you think just for a minute, you think just a second
then you say, "that can't be true! 'cause i live in the land of the freedom...
where no one gets the screw!"

chorus:
you turn your face, you turn your back, you say, "that can't be true!"
you stay safe locked in your prefab world, 'cause you're sure it won't happen to you
you're sure it won't happens to you!

you heard it every day, since the first day of your life
but you never stopped to think, what you heard was full of lies
you can't question for a minute, can't question for a second
'cause you're nothing but a tool
whose blueprints are tailored and fashioned, each night by the evening news

you could stand on the street, talk 'til you're blue in the face
and they would not make you stop, 'cause you have no power base
but if Dan Rather got on the Evening News, and said, "it's time for revolution!"
the F.B.I. would fuck him up so bad, he'd wish he wasn't living!

they call it America, "land of the free, home of the brave"
more to the truth it's  a murderer, it's the land of the Enslaved