If you wanna be free, and the land is drug-free Put your hands up, put your hans up If you wanna be free, from all your misery Put your hands up, put your hans up If you wanna be free, with plenty money Put your hands up, put your hans up If you wanna be free, just prace Put your hands up, put your hans up
Everything in the room is spinning, I think I'm going to fall down, My heart's beating to quick, I'm fucking tripping out. I wonder whether they got in, turned away no doubt. Who cares, there's a tune coming in, that who where hes like.. I'm thinkin' .. Lights are blinding my eyes My eyes are rolling back, I'm rubbing my thighs with my hand. And I'm thinkin' .. People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night