Och syster talte til syster så
- Ungt är mitt liv -
Kom sk'ola vi ned til sjöstrand gå
- VÃ¥ller mig den tunga -
Och som de nu stodo på sjoastrand
så støtte den äldste sin syster av sand
Den bodde en spelman vid den strand,
han såg ut på sjön huar liket det samm
På stranden skjön jungfrun upp han tar,
och gör utan henne en harpa så rar
Så förde han harpan til brudens gård
Der brölloppet ståndar med lust och med ståt
Det tredje slag han på harpan slog.
Den bruden hin låg uti brudsängen dödWho needs freedom? I've got security and they know what's best
for me. Who needs freedom? I've got property, I buy and sell pieces
of me. I've got a closet full of shit and some locks on my door. I've
got bars on the windows and alarms on my car so... Who needs free
speech? I've got no opinions, except what I've been told.
Who needs free press? Objectivity doesn't exist.
Because the newspapers gotta pay the bills too man.
There's just no sense in rocking the boat.
You've got to learn to love all the garbage they feed you.
But who cares what your fed when it's forced down your throat.
Who needs freedom? I've got security, locked in a prison I can't even
see. Who needs freedom? I've got property, I buy and sell pieces
of me.
Freedom! Who needs it?
Freedom! Who needs it?