Woke up in a puddle of blood, I can't breathe with half empty bottle of jack
I need a shot baby , of what I just had, cocaine, whiskey and a cigarette
Fearless is my middle name I love the sound of shattering glass
I got a checkered past, a pound and a half
Hair of the dog but I'm a free man
They don't call it Freedom
Without balls, chains, keys ,and locks
They don't chant Liberty
They yell don't do drugs and a get real job
Sweet as a revolution
On the tip of my tongue
They don't call it freedom
If it didn't cost you a little blood
Held up my sins with a stone cold colt forty five
I wanna die on my feet rise from my knees and take back what’s mine
There's things I desire
My mind and eyes require
Call me the saint of the sinners
But Mama didn’t raise a liar
They don't call it Freedom
Without balls, chains, keys and locks
They don't say Liberty
They yell don't do drugs and a get real job
Sweet as a revolution
On the tip of my tongue
They don't call it freedom
If it didn't cost you a little blood
A little blood
If it ain't full of gasoline piss and vinegar
If I didn't break a bone did I even try did I even learn
If there ain't a fire how could you feel the burn
If you didn't leave me hanging how the hell would I know that I could get back up
They don't call it Freedom
Without balls, chains, keys and locks
They don't chant Liberty
They yell don't do drugs and a get real job
If you're gonna hold a gun to my head
I just assume you pull the trigger
They don't call it freedom
If it didn't cost you a little blood