Are you ready to be liberated?
On this sad side city street.
Well, the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth.

My name is Brody I'm from Melbourne,
Fitzroy, Melbourne, Fitzroy, Melbourne.
Grew up on Bell Street, then on Bennett Street.
My mom kicked out my dad for battery.
Found a way, found a way, she found a way out of spiritual pentury.
Working single mother in an urban [bad word] 
Blames herself now, 'cus I grew up troubled.

It hit me, I got everything I need.
It hit me, I got everything I need.

My one heart, felt too much from the start.
I've seen [bad word] and go,
Livin' large and livin' low.
You can build up your wall, sittin' on death row.
Let the curtain fall on your murdered soul.
You can wash it all down, swallow your story.
Get smacked off your head, go down in [bad word] roll glory.
You wont solve [bad word]  self inflicted crime.
Go on pull the trigger, this'll be the last time.

I speak of the [bad word]  the [bad word] of the heart.
Like a desperate thirst in a raging drought.
Hey youth, time flies by.
There's an everlasting battle for eternal life.
I love a man from Califonia,
He's the prettiest thing, we got the same disorder.
The way you feel, it's okay, it's never gonna change, anyway

It hit me I got everyone I need
It hit me I got everyone I need

Are you ready to be liberated?
On this sad side city street.
Well, the birds have been freed from their cages.
I got freedom and my youth