The Freedom In The Loot

And the light falls through the machines
And, oh, the yard it gets a-pressed with some sort of softer gravity
And the gears and the hoses they throw shadows on the weeds
Oh, lord, I tell ya this is how it is
It's a hard day's peace
Na na na na na na na!
Hey!
I get to walking off the factory floor
10 blocks catch me a train
Or be it walking through a blazing heat
Or freezing a buck shot rain
Or have you ever kept appearances up
And found you're really just a-disappearing?
Lord, the men things make and the things men make
Are as ridiculous as they are mean
Yeah, I'm here to tell you folks that there is more to life
Than bein' walked on by the lame
Though even fools are proof that fools a-get some too
It has a thousand different names, yeah
Na na na na na na na
It's why a convict plans escapes
It's why a hardened soldier rapes
It's like the other side of faith
Man, you can even start a trade
It's the freedom in the loot
It's the prosecutor's proof
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, it's just a-something to do, yeah
I'm here to tell you it's the only useful piece of truth I know
As Dr. Destouches says
Your life just passes
If only for a little piece of ass
Lots of people talk a lot of shit
Never really tell you what they're thinking, yeah
They only ever really wanted-ed-ed-ed-ed
Just to fuck something, eh
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
(Instrumental)
It's the freedom in the loot
It's the freedom in the loot
It's the freedom in the loot