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Yeah One, two, fake news Well, I'm on the corner by seven o'clock Looking at my father's watch that time forgot Trying to scrape off yesterday's mud While yesterday's drinks still in my blood Well, there's a routine to this storybook town Sometimes I cry when no one's around Either 'bout my job or wantin' a son Or how my life is halfway done Are we done? Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way Sexuality, religion, and politics Nobody 'round here challenges that list We'll shoot you and your Judas kiss It's just the fuckin' way it is, you know, bro? (We'll shoot you dead, you motherfucker) Yeah, and at holidays I tolerate All my fucking annoying cousins from snowflake states Well, they interrupt my dinner time Letras de cancionesWith propaganda and knowledge of wine So I just wear a smile that even a president can't fake What a time to be alive Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way Well, some radio DJ named The Grinder Is laughing on cue at a bad joke While playing my favorite song from 1998 On repeat (Closing time) I want whatever they're drinking at six a.m Because I feel like shit, honestly Sorry, I misspoke, I meant I wouldn't I win, fuck it, get over it Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, freedom-dumb my way Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight) Freedom-dumb my way Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight) Freedom-dumb my way, yeah From Letras Mania