Freedom-Blues Traveler

Music: Bobby Sheehan Lyrics: John Popper I walk right by him and he's freezing his a** off He could be dead I'm supposed to walk away I won't remember a thing come the summertime Handful of quarters make me feel okay Ah ah who's gonna have to pay Ah ah who do I love today I love what's mine cause what's mine is all mine Gives me a reason to go get more Don't really care where I go to get it I ain't too clear about "What's yours is yours" You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door If you don't like a single thing that I'm saying If you're offended when I demonstrate Don't mean a damn to me and I shall continue Hope you won't mind if I control my fate Ah ah who will I have to fight Ah ah to defend my created right I'll defend what's mine cause what's mine will be all mine It's what I'd fight for it's for what I'd bleed I roll the dice on the grand experiment While I am strong I will get what I need You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door If you're concerned with the moral imperative If you are tripping on the right thing to do Come to my office with the exclusive screenplay I think there's money in a book about you Ah ah what have you got to lose Ah ah which are you gonna choose I choose what's mine so what's mine will be all mine Gonna make a million on the folly of men Don't even care about no consequences Turn my damnation into chapter ten You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door