well i killed myself trying to write this damn songnmy back was broke, i had no idea where i belongedni was lost at sea, the captain was drunknhe was some shipwrecked mohawked punknmore concerned with fashionnthan keepin' the ship from crashin'nnso i said, who the hell put him in chargenand who put me on this goddamned barge??nwell, i swear, the kid was luckynthat i didn't beat him to deathnlike i was some kind of alex de largennand when we finally arrived back at shorenwe were singing old dying drinking songs, but what's morenthey were rotting in our throats, by the time they had come outni'm not sure about you, but i had no doubtnthat they had drifted away long agonnand i realized i couldn't write the beautiful classic popsongnbut if i could, i'd sing it to the children, so they might grow up to be strongnand i'd sing it to the love i've never had, and then i'd never have to be sadnand it would live for a long long long long long long long long timennand i was searching for a rhymenone that would shine on forever, like all of usnand i needed to decide whether or not i was a song i could trustnif it was a song worth singing, with words worth bringing to your earsnnand well, it's one of my fearsnthat this song is worthlessnit's washed up on the shores all cold and mirthlessndried up and pukesicknis this some sort of sick joke?none that'll still laugh at menwhen i'm lyin' in a heap and my spine's brokennwell i'd like to choke that grin right off your facenyou shitty song, i can't believe i've written you, i'm a disgraceni ought to be hung, so that everyone can seenmy loose body in the town square, hanging from the treeni hope they throw tomatoes, cause i'm gettin' hungrynnbut you see, this ain't meni want to be free.nI WANT TO BE FREE.