• Mama always told me.
    Everyone had hope.
    From the lowest of the peasants.
    Even in the pope.

    I believed her for a while.
    Then my thoughts started to turn.
    You can only have the hope.
    If you've got the cash to burn.

    Freedom isn't free.
    Hope is a lie.
    Its all just fake.
    Put in the public's eye.

    No one believes me.
    Forget what my Mama said.
    I hope you'll soon believe me.
    Oh well, you'll believe me when a bullet's in my head.