Well I don't know where
I will go when
The path has left me by the wayside
My friend who follows, my friend is loyal, and
We [bad word] them under our feet

But it's all free
But it's all free

Wise man's surgeon
Blind man's sturgeon
Deaf man's beautiful music
I shove you more than I ever thought, still
I'm punish in this riptide

But it's all free
But it's all free
But it's all free
But it's all free

So give me soma
I'll take in whisky
And borrow my thoughts from the sky
Shave my knuckles
'Cause it's all temporary, and
the freedom we have is 'cause someone died

But it's all free
But it's all free
But it's all free
But it's all free