The Freedom

I put a hex on the telephone line that brought your voice to me
Disembodied, and cheapening everything it used to mean

When you said, "The truth shall set you free"
Oh, you lied to me, when you said
"The truth shall set you free"

The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom

Thursday, ten P.M., the city abounds
The city of daughters can be found
Where it ought to be found
Relegated to the back of an underclass
You always hated the back
An attack in its purest form
An attack that?s forever forewarned

Ba da

I put a hex on the telephone wire
And hoped that the spires of communication
Might take a leave of absent expectations
Confounded when the girl became grounded
And packed her bags, for the beaches
With contacts and breeches
Of contracts

The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom