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I thought, I heard something calling me |
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I've seen the pictures on TV |
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And I made up my mind that I'd go and see |
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With my own eyes |
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It didn't take too long to hitch a ride |
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With a guy going south to start a new life |
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Past the place where my friend died |
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Two years ago |
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Down the 303 at the end of the road |
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Flashing lights exclusion zones |
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And it made me think, it's not just the stones |
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That they're guarding |
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Hey, hey, now can't you see? |
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There's nothing here that you can call free |
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They're getting their kicks |
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They're laughing at you and me |
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As the sun rose on the bean field |
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They came like wolf on the fold |
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And no, they didn't give a warning |
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They took their bloody toll |
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I seen a pregnant woman |
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Lying in blood of her own |
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I seen her children crying |
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As the police tore apart their home |
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And no, they didn't need a reason |
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It's what your votes condone |
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It seems they were committing treason |
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By trying to live on the road |
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And I say |
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"Hey, hey, now can't you see |
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There's nothing here that you can call free |
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They're getting their kicks |
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They're laughing at you and me" |
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Hey, hey, now can't you see |
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There's nothing here that you can call free |
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They're getting their kicks |
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They're laughing at you and me |
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Bastards |
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Remember what you heard |
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Hey, hey, now can't you see |
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There's nothing here that you can call free |
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They're getting their kicks |
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They're laughing at you and me |
