Open your eyes and take a look around you Is this your idea of paradise? With chickens running in the middle of dusty roads And broken pickup trucks rusting in the ditches Where men work night and day With hammers in the scrapyards No country No country's free No country No country's free Some people have more money Some people have more fun Some people have more choices Some people they have none No country No country's free No country's free Some people have more money Some people have more fun Some people have more choices Some people they have none Some people find enlightenments Some people go insane Some people find their freedom Some people live in chains Freedom is only relative One man's pillow is another man's doorstep Look left, look right, look left again There are no certainties anymore Anyone who tells you different Is a liar or a fool No country No country's free