Freedom Lika Shopping Cart

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

Crusting, a way of life for heroines

And heroes who hitchhike 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 laugh 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 couple of shady deals

No work, no fucking pay

Cardboard condominium 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