The Freedom to Fuck Off Songtext
von Petey

So what do I want? I want the freedom to fuck off
In the middle of the ice tonight, I′m squarin' up, and I′m takin' the gloves off
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to smell bad
'Cause this ain′t relaxin′, thinkin' ′bout way too much in a warm bath

Fuckin' off takes money, fuckin′ off takes time
Been fuckin' off wrong my whole life, now I′m fuckin' off right
And I read the Bible sometimes, please don't make fun of me
And I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly


Yeah
So what I want? I want the freedom to break down
In the middle of the street tonight, I′m freakin′ everyone out in this town
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to eat shit
'Cause I′m at the table, but I don't really wanna be here

′Cause I went to college, and I like the beach
And I love to hate my country, man, I wanna bite the hand the feeds me
So I'll pack up my stuff and I′ll leave forever
And I know misery loves company, so let's fuck off together

So what do I want? I want the freedom to sit still
To appreciate my state in the spinnin' blades of a windmill
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to feel good
If happiness is a choice then I′d choose it every second if I could


I wanna be a real man, I wanna be a father
I′m so tired of thinkin' ′bout me, man, I think I need to worry about a daughter
And I'll talk to God through her eyes, please don′t make fun of me
I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly
And I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly