Lyrics
My mouth is like a cigarette I didn't have
I could walk to the store and buy myself a pack
As everybody knows those little sticks will kill you
But as an American I like my right to choose
I went to the doctor for this lump in my throat
She said you're gonna die I've seen this before
I said I'm sorry Miss I'd have to disagree
I can't base my whole life off of what you believe
Oh the liberty to find calm in ground
But I don't wanna talk about what's going on
If I can choose not to discuss
Then my freedom is gunna kill us
My freedom is gunna kill us
I went to see a priest for a gentle reminder
He said free will it turned us all into sinners
Well good thing "in God we trust" is our country's motto
Sounds like he left us all a long-long time ago
One night the reaper came to say it's nice to meet you
I hope you had your fun but now it's time to leave here
Well over my dead body am I gonna leave
You know you can't make me it's a free country
Oh the liberty to find calm in ground
But I don't wanna talk about what's going on
If I can choose not to discuss
Then my freedom is gunna kill us
My freedom is gunna kill us
My freedom is gunna kill us
My freedom is gunna kill us
Our freedom is gunna kill us
Writer(s): Elliott E. Beenk, Hannah Jean Westerholm
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