Freedom Is At Your Finger Tips

it was hot and humid the corner bar was empty save some alcoholics noon time tropical summer freedom is at your finger tips use it or loose it i grabbed a long glass of chilled beer irish black for freedom slaves from their masters colonies from their emperors women from dirty men mike was drinking double vodka no water freedom of speech freedom to act freeedom to express she walks in now on the way to the club you know maybe freedom to dance and make love at noon they have got it kind of still they live in the bondage of their thoughts they like their shackles self imposed mike was kind of yellow and eased into a song now the bondage of the system the shackles of the society woman winked at us or to the air you know she was pale under the sun hitting the glass panel and diamond ring shone i was hanging out with the trodden alcs and pros and tax collectors as he did before think free atleast i just kept a cig on the lips no light it is inlurious to health surgeon general F earth was flat then now elliptical men wore froke women didnt smoke she drew a brown cig resembling a phallus and sucked at it furiously freeeedom is at your finger tips Click h