Freedom Like a Shopping Cart
A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute
Figures out the true meaning of freedom
Not freedom like America
Freedom like a shopping cart
Kick back, no tense
You got a bag of grub it cost you about fifty cents
No fear, no fuckin' feats
Malt liquor tastes much better on the streets
Crusting, a way of life for heroines
And heroes who hitchhike the road to Eden
Not Eden like the garden state
Eden like the state of mind
Kick back, cheap thrills
You'll do anything for a laugh even if it kills ya
The bridge you took it out
The ticket takers suddenly lost count
Sleeping under rays
Your teeth crumbling away
Say goodbye to all responsibility, you never wanted it, man
Wasting
Time whenever you get the chance
Which happens to be all the time
Kick back, free meals
A couple of times a day you make a couple of shady deals
No work, no fucking pay
Cardboard condominium by the bay
You're between the red and black
You're never goin' back
Say goodbye to all responsibility, you never wanted it, man