Working my days and drinking my nights away

I got a million dollar view overlooking my neighbor’s pain

But that don’t phase me, no

‘Cos something real good’s on my TiVO today

But if that’s all I need, then why does it seem like

It’s a sad, sad illusion of happy

As we’re paying our way to misery

It’s a sad, sad illusion of happy

And we’re fools, fools for calling it living free

Living free, living free

Now I’m drinking my days and crying my nights away

I got about a million contacts in my iPhone and no unread message today

But that don’t phase me, no

‘Cos I got a thing with a dot com girl

And for a dollar a minute we can talk about love

She says she’ll marry me some day, some day

It’s a sad, sad illusion of happy

As we’re paying our way to misery

It’s a sad, sad illusion of happy

And we’re fools, fools for calling it living free

Living free, yeah

These are the days of the liberation

These are the days of the soul salvation

These are the days of the liberation

The liberation, yeah!

It’s a sad, sad illusion of happy

As we’re paying our way to misery

It’s a sad, sad illusion of happy

And we’re fools, fools for calling it living free

Living free, yeah

It’s a sad, sad illusion of happy

As we’re paying our way to misery

It’s a sad, sad illusion of happy

And we’re fools, fools for calling it living free

Living free, yeah

Living free

It’s a sad, it’s a sad

These are the days of the liberation

By thi.stok