I woke up in a box today Just like every other day And I just don't know where I should be
When will I be free
I grew up in the dark streets Where voices called, voices go You don't know your friends from your enemies
When will I be free Oh, when will I be free
I want to go out To the countryside Find a little place for us Find a little place for us To run away and hide
Oh, the supervisor His eyes are always red He don't care if we live or die, he said I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake When will I be free Oh, when will I be free
I want to go out To the city of Rome Or New York City Oh, like Marilyn Monroe
And my love says to me “Nothing's gonna change You knowr where we were born Is where we're gonna die, you see”
When will I be free Oh, when will I be free When will I be free
