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FATE LYRICS
"Freedom" (1990 Single)
1. Freedom
2. Larry
1. Freedom
It’s been love and hate, this life of mine
I’ve seen pleasure, I’ve seen pain
What was good and bad, I can’t define
Still I’d do it all again
You need a heart of gold
To see what’s right or wrong
When the rain feels cold
Keep searching for the blue sky
Don’t tie me up anymore
Freedom, that’s all I need
Don’t ever try to put a chain on me
My freedom, I won’t give in
I’ll keep on searching till the end of the world
I have crossed the sea to find what I need
I’ve been waiting for so long
River deep and mountain high
What goes up must come down
You need a heart of gold
To see what’s right or wrong
And when the rain feels cold
Keep searching for the blue sky
Don’t tie me up anymore
Freedom, that’s all I need
Don’t ever try to put a chain on me
My freedom, I won’t give in
I’ll keep on searching till the end of the world
Freedom, that’s all I need
Don’t ever try to put a chain on me
My freedom, I won’t give in
I’ll keep on searching till the end of the world
All the friends I had, way back then
Grew up and settled down
Guess I’ll never learn to compromise
Praise the Lord, I’m still unbound
Freedom
Don’t ever try to put a chain on me
My freedom, I won’t give in
I’ll keep on, I’ll keep on searching for
Freedom, I won’t give in
Don’t ever try to put a chain on me
My freedom, that’s all I need
I’ll keep on searching till the end of the world
2. Larry
My name is Larry and I’m thirty-two
I’m so unhappy, I don’t know what to do
I am the son of a businessman
I was born to be a part of his plan
Brought up to carry the family crown
I do my best, but my lips are brown
Middle class, I just can’t, just can’t take it
Effeciency is the name of my crime
Kissing ass, I’ve gotta, gotta make it
Borrowed money, borrowed time
Live my life under a microscope
I have to work for the rest of my life
I’ve got a car and a house and an expensive wife
I only bought the car to brag about the price
But I can’t afford it; only used it twice
Live my life under a microscope
Oh, I would do anything for success
My son is gay and my wife is on dope
Oh, all I do is becoming a mess
Haven’t fulfilled my father’s dream
And now he doesn’t love me anymore
I think I need a primal scream
But I live next door to my mother-in-law
Live my life under a microscope
Oh, I would do anything for success
My son is gay and my wife is on dope
Oh, all I do is becoming a mess
Middle class, I just can’t, just can’t take it
Effeciency is the name of my crime
Plastic cash. I gotta, gotta fake it
Borrowed money, borrowed time
Live my life under a microscope
Oh, I would do anything for success
My son is gay and my wife is on dope
Oh, all I do is becoming a mess
You’re working like a galleyslave
You got to have a microwave
To keep your living standard high
And your neighbours satisfy
And don’t forget to cut your lawn
Otherwise you’ll be hang by dawn
Middle class, middle class
The words are tattooed on your ass
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