A Little Blood

Woke up in a puddle of blood, I can't breathe with half empty bottle of jack

I need a shot baby , of what I just had, cocaine, whiskey and a cigarette

Fearless is my middle name I love the sound of shattering glass

I got a checkered past, a pound and a half

Hair of the dog but I'm a free man

They don't call it Freedom

Without balls, chains, keys ,and locks

They don't chant Liberty

They yell don't do drugs and a get real job

Sweet as a revolution

On the tip of my tongue

They don't call it freedom

If it didn't cost you a little blood

Held up my sins with a stone cold colt forty five

I wanna die on my feet rise from my knees and take back what’s mine

There's things I desire

My mind and eyes require

Call me the saint of the sinners

But Mama didn’t raise a liar

They don't call it Freedom

Without balls, chains, keys and locks

They don't say Liberty

They yell don't do drugs and a get real job

Sweet as a revolution

On the tip of my tongue

They don't call it freedom

If it didn't cost you a little blood

A little blood

If it ain't full of gasoline piss and vinegar

If I didn't break a bone did I even try did I even learn

If there ain't a fire how could you feel the burn

If you didn't leave me hanging how the hell would I know that I could get back up

They don't call it Freedom

Without balls, chains, keys and locks

They don't chant Liberty

They yell don't do drugs and a get real job

If you're gonna hold a gun to my head

I just assume you pull the trigger

They don't call it freedom

If it didn't cost you a little blood