Lonely isn't the word to use For a man who's lost the right to choose So many years upon his head All of those days of constant dread Freedom is a dirty word With four grey walls so absurd
Freedom is so far away they took the key threw it away Forgiveness is a virtue That seems to be forgotten All is lost in a sea of hate They can't even seal his fate
Let him go let him go He ain't got so long to go
The super powers won't give an inch They got their showpiece in a cage How can so much pleasure Be obtained from a man of bygone days Or perhaps they don't want to choose
The abne and scourge of hatred And his lonely years Just goes to prove Not only the guilty rule by fear To see a man broken Without any tearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
