R.Williams/Paris After murder, we encounter the great mystery That which surpasses the human experience, the human disease Directly before, a moment or
Paris fashions and lived in pink mansions While we huddled in shacks of bamboo Den da sugar beet bring us our freedom With the help of our God we
From the dark cafes of Paris From the streets of Amsterdam From the homes of old Vienna To the shores of Uncle Sam Wherever freedom's hope is true Each
Carry On! PENNY: From the dark cafes of Paris, from the streets of Amsterdam, from the homes of old Vienna to the shores of Uncle Sam, wherever freedom
Freedom's all around, dancing as we paint the town Friends they do surround we are single, yeah It's so great to be answerin' to nobody Freedom's got
and buy anything Free to fuck from Paris to Beijing Little boys with dangerous toys All bow down to the Beastie Boys But freedom of speech won't feed
go to heaven, would y'all know my name or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for you freedom dog, that's what's happening
you how to walk right We create a lovely round dance the freedom plays from all violins music comes from the White House and in front of Paris stands
I go to Heaven, would y'all know my name Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for your freedom dog, that's what's happening
I'm free, I'm free, I love this way I know, what I say I'm free, I love this way, I'm free I'm free in New York City In London, Paris, Bratislava
I've got my things packed My favorite pillow Got my sleeping bag Climb out the window All the pictures and pain I left behind All the freedom and
I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris,
keotalded, breudeuriezh ha frankiz Trawalc'h skriwo Brezhoneg, 'wid checho bras malis They spoke of fraternity, equality and freedom Such words become an insult if in the tongue of Bretons. Ba'Paris
near crashin But if I go to Heaven would you know my name Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh? Clap for freedom yawl , that
I've got my things packed My favorite pillow Got my sleeping bag Climb out the window All the pictures and pain I left behind All the freedom and fame
s'est mise en branle Tout ca pour les deregler cris sans cicatrices, terreur dans la matrice Ils disent qu'une vie de plus a New York Paris Londres
side of the fence Hence, the tetrahedron is a prison for a four-headed demon I weaken, every time I see him Fight for my freedom, under the fig tree bleedin
to make rappers break faster than eggshells in the mornin Inhaled the divine in that's laid dormant Water from the well STAY pourin I answer back when I hear fate callin Freedom