Freedom Like Shopping Cart

												
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 A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute figures out the true meaning
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 Of freedom, not freedom like America, freedom like a shopping cart
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 Kick back, no tense, you gotta bag of grub cost you about 50 cents
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 No fear, no fuckin' feat, malt liquor tastes much better on the street
  Crustin', a way of life for heroines and heroes who hitch hike the road
 To Eden, not Eden like the garden state, Eden like the state of mind
 Kick back, cheap thrills, you'll do anythin for a laugh even if it kills you
 The bridge, you took it out, the ticket takers suddenly lost count
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 Sleeping under rays, your teeth crumbling away
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 Say goodbye to all responsibility, you never wanted it man
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 Wasting time whenever you get the chance which happens to be all the time
  Kick back, free meals, a couple times a day you make a couple of shady deals
 No work, no fuckin' pay, cardboard condominium by the bay
 Between the red and black, you're never going back
 Say goodbye to all responsibility, you never wanted it man