I'm dreamin' 'bout the freedom I'm dreamin' 'bout the son That'll come around and open all these never opened doors Cause it makes me feel so shabby, I can't stand it anymore Oh I feel like a blind man, I can barely see the sun
I don't know where's my place I don't need no place to stop I ran away from pretense I ran away from job I'm an independent dreamer who's been searching all the glob And I'm looking for some freedom I'm never gonna stop
I'm dreamin' 'bout the equal Who'll listen to my lines I'm dreamin' 'bout the country without the slavery mines And I hope one day it happens I'll be able to come back I hope one day I'll get back
I wish I was Jesus I would shoot those bitches down Well I wish I was Jesus I'd wear the holy crown I would call it revolution Bring there back some peace in town I would call it revolution Bring there back Bring there back some peace in town, yeah
Well I wish I was a tsar I would surely fix it up And behead those old deceivers Before they make us fall in trap I would call it revolution Pour some whisky and take a sup I would call it revolution Roll a joint and burn it upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
