They say this is freedom
By Scarborough/K
Songs R Us Publishing

Have you got a dime?
Have you got a dollar?
Have you got a cigarette?
Can you help him out,
with something to eat?

Down with the Government.
Down with the Corporations.
Down with you.
Down with everything.

He's down on his luck.
The only constant is
the bottle in his hand.
He's come to see it as
his only friend.


Down with the Government.
Down with the Corporations.
Down with you.
Down with everything.

He doesn't stand for anything.
He's against everything.
There is hell, to pay,
but he hasn't got a dime,
so he breaks into your car,
commits any old crime to get by.

People feed him sandwiches,
it allows him to save
what he panhandles for his liquor.
In life you can do what you choose;
He's not going into rehab,
that's for losers.


Down with the Government.
Down with the Corporations.
Down with you.
Down with everything.

They say that there is freedom,
in letting him walk the streets.
When he comes near them,
most people look the other way.

Down with the Government.
Down with the Corporations.
Down with you.
Down with everything.

A dollar won't fix him.
A sandwich won't feed him.
His bottle won't fill him up
with what he really needs.

Down with the Government.
Down with the Corporations.
Down with you.
Down with everything.

He's hungry.
He's tired.
He's lonely.
He doesn't know what else to do
but take another swallow from his bottle.

He's hungry.
He's tired.
He's lonely.
Is this the only reality
that he will ever know?

He's hungry.
He's tired.
He's lonely.