Freedom Lika Shopping Cart Lyrics

Song Text:


A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute, figures out the true meaning of freedom
Not freedom like America, freedom like a shopping cart
Kick back, no tense, you got a bag of grub it cost you about 50 cents
No fear, no fuckin feats, malt liquor tastes much better on the streets
Crustin, a way of life for heroines and heroes who hitchike the road to Eden
Not Eden like the garden state, Eden like the state of mind
Kick back, cheap thrills, you'll do anything for a lugh even if it kills you
The bridge you took it out, the ticket takers suddenly lost count
Sleeping under rays, your teeth crumbling away, say goodbye
To all responsibility, you never wanted it man
Wasting time whenever you get the chance
Which happens to be all the time
Kick back, free meals
A couple of times a day you make a coupe if shady deals
No work, no fuckin pay
Cardboard condiminium by the bay
You're between the red and black, you're never goin' back
Say goodbye, to all responsibility
You never wanted it man