I have nothing to claim,
you lost control over me,
now I'm free.
I asked you, I begged you,
and you rejected me every time,
you were by my side,
but not freedom.
Now, I'd rather being an animal
and don't question my freedom.
Doubt remains,
fracture inferred,
always distrustring
the trial you leave.
I'll be a pragmatic anarchist
accidently in purpose.
Now, I'd rather being an animal
and don't question my freedom.
My freedom,
my freedom,
my freedom.
The street comes from the inside,
and you have no fucking idea,
about rock n' roll,
no, no, no.
Now, I'd rather being an animal
and don't question my freedom.
My freedom,
my freedom,
my freedom.