United Record Pressing - Freedom at 21 lyrics

(Yeah) Cut off the bottoms of my feet Made me walk on salt Take me down to the police Charge me with a**ault Smile on her face She does what she wants to me That's right and She don't care what kind of wounds she's inflicted on me She don't care what color bruises that she's leavin' on me 'Cause she's got freedom in the 21st century (Alright) (Listen) Two black gadgets in her hands All she thinks about No responsibility no guilt or morals Cloud her judgement Smile on her face She does what she damn well please (Right) And she don't care what kind of things people used to do An' she don't care that what she does has an effect on you She's got freedom in the 21st century Cut off the balls of my feet (Cut off the balls of my feet) Make me walk on salt (Make me walk on salt) Take me down to the police (Take me down to the police)