Words by Reese Roper
Music by Scott Kerr and Dennis Culp

A nation stand with heart in hand to sing their anthem proudly
Voice raised to sing their praise of their hollow country
All this talk of freedom, and this talk of liberty
From your plastic podium you try and convince me

I can't fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Your freedom isn't free
So let me say what freedom means to me

I can't see red, white and blue waving in the air
I don't hear the bomb bursting, and I don't even care
I'm sorry for my lack of faith
I'm not the biggest patriot
If this is all there is to freedom, I don't want it

I can't fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Your freedom isn't free
So let me say what freedom means to. . .
Pushing us a drug that you call freedom and democracy
Promise us that selfishness is the means for happiness
I burned that bridge so long ago
That I can hardly see anything but solace
In what freedom means to me

I can't fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Your freedom isn't free
So let me say what freedom means to. . .
It cannot mean to serve ourselves
That doesn't mean a thing
It doesn't mean to give th elicense to seek ourselves in anything
That would be slavery to ourselves, it isn't free
Jesus Christ, the only thing that freedom means to me