作词 : Stewart
There's many who talk of 
Freedom And we have some it's true 
But if you think it's fairly shared around 
Then you don't have a clue, 
No you just don't have a clue. 
Freedom oh 
Freedom while men are bought and sold 
You're free if you've plenty of money boys 
For freedom is like gold. 
Freedom is like gold. 
She's young and she's a mother 
Her man is out on the town 
Her life reads like a lousy book 
But she can't put it down 
No, she just can't put it down. 
Apartheid in 
South Africa 
Is everything that's vile 
In this land of inequality 
Slavery's in style 
Slavery's in style. 
Have you ever been in 
CND. And are you a union man? 
If you stood at the 
Mine in the picket line 
You may never work again. 
You may never work again. 
And the rich folk they have plenty 
While the poor folk they have none 
But who must die when the bullets fly? 
It's the poor man and his son 
The poor man and his son.