FREEDOM OR SUICIDE

DOWN ON MY KNEES WITH THE GUN ON MY HEAD
I SEE THEM COMING WE ARE CLOSE TO THE END
I SCREAM I BLEED BLOOD ALL OVER THE WALLS
THE COPS ARE COMING THEY ARE CALLING MY NAME

COPPERS / BONKERS FREEDOM OR SUICIDE
COPPERS / BONKERS FREEDOM OR SUICIDE BY COP

I SEE THE CROWD STANDING ALL AROUND
THEY WANT TO SEE THE FACE OF THE CLOWN
I DON’T HAVE NO REGRETS I DON’T HAVE NO REMORSE
THERE’S NO SURRINDER, WE ARE CLOSE TO THE END
I DON’T HAVE NO REGRETS, DON’T HAVE NO REMORSE
I GUESS IT’S DONE, WELL I’M ALREADY DEAD

COPPERS / BONKERS FREEDOM OR SUICIDE
COPPERS / BONKERS FREEDOM OR SUICIDE BY COP

VISIONS OF FURY I CAN FEEL THE CROWD
VOICES ARE SCREAMING ! THEY WANT THE HEAD OF THE CLOWN
NOW IT’S TOO LATE, THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO BE FOUND
A SMELL OF MURDER, FREEDOM OR SUICIDE BY COP

I ALWAYS KNOW I ALWAYS KNOW IT WOULD COME TO THIS
I ALWAYS KNEW IT WOULD TURN THIS WAY
I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE
I CAN’T STAND IT AGAIN
KILL KILL KILL MYSELF AGAIN
NO SURENDER
NEVER SURENDER
BULLETS AND HOLES DESTROYING MY HEAD
FREEDOM ! FREEDOM ! I GUESS IT’S DONE ; I’M ALREADY DEAD
FREEDOM OR SUICIDE BY COP
FREEDOM OR SUICIDE BY COP

A LIFE OF KILLING ! CRIMINALLY INSANE
PRISON IS FLOWING ; RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS