With their God channels and their serial killers, it's a
It's lambs to the slaughter, it's humans for dinner
The Russian Woodpecker didn't seem to work
On both sides of the fence, a different kind of dirt
You've been living in the land of the free
Prostrate to the power of money
You'd say what everybody wanted to hear
You'd praise the lord and then the people all cheer
You've got no integrity, your motives are clear
Wish I could press a button and make you all disappear
Disappear!
You've been living in the land of the free
Prostrate to the power of money
You've been living in the land of the free
Prostrate to the power of money
Some people get ugly when they open their mouths
Others grow on you the more you get to know 'em
It's a constant procession of dysmorphic beings
Half of them are victims of the Minnesota treatment
They don't know how to get control of their emotions
Big business swimming in a therapeutic ocean
You've been living in the land of the free
Prostrate to the power of money
You've been living in the land of the free
Prostrate to the power of money
Is my baby out there somewhere?
Land of the free
Is my baby out there somewhere?
Land of the free
Is my baby out there somewhere?
Burn baby burn
Is my baby out there somewhere?
Burn baby burn
I'm talking to you
Land Of The Free
