In bed, man doesn't like to be alone
and in my bed there's just enough space for you.
But my dad is home almost every day
and I think he doesn't like you.
To me, the world isn't alright anymore,
not at 7am and not after the evening news.
To me, the Sunday Message is "shit"
and the Monday message is "skip work".
We must get out of here! This is hell!
We're living in jail!
We're born to be free,
we're two of millions, we're not alone.
And we'll make it, we will make it.
My dad says, the world's not going to change,
but he knows very well what's going on.
But he believes he'll forget all this shit
if he hangs around in the pub in the evening and drinks.
He says the best place is always at the bar,
he's right there, at home there's hardly place for three.
That's why I'm at work all day,
you could say I've taken the liberty.
We must get out of here! This is hell!
We're living in jail!
We're born to be free,
we're two of millions, we're not alone.
And we'll make it, we will make it.
We will make it.
And what can stop us? No money, no weapons,
if we want it. We will make it.
We're born to be free.
We're two of millions, we're not alone.
We're born to be free,
we're 60 million, we're not alone.
We're born to be free.
Free!