I wouldn't try to save the free world,
because it couldn't save itself.
Look, now they're moving off the fences
And now they're sitting on the shelf
Look at me, just look at him I am alien,
I am covered with sin
Still scraping my boots from
the sheet I slept in
Still scraping my boots from the sheet I
slept in
I've got desires to sell the free world
I'm packing up and moving out
So blow your savings, buy the free one
This sucker's not up for the count
Look at me, just look at him
I am ill and I'm covered with sin
Still scraping my boots from
the shit I stepped in
Still scraping my boots from the shit I
stepped in
Half the world is starving,
the other half is drunk
Vicious minds and vicious games
and I'm running out of luck
Half the world is starving,
the other half is drunk
Suspicious minds and vicious games
and I'm running out of luck
Still scraping my boots from the shit I stepped in
you