Vodka Juniors What Freedom song lyrics

What freedom, what choice?

Twelve years old with a gun in my hand,

Checking my options, I got none

Blood soaked gardens this is my land,

All I want is peace god damn

Ten years old locked inside a room,

it's spring time but there's nothing to bloom,

I got everything I want inside this cage,

Still I'm overcome by fear and rage

It's sad, sad, sad but our worlds are different,

And I get mad, mad, mad cause our worlds are different

First time I spoke I was crying for help,

First time I walked I was running away

I buried my dad with my own two hands

Now I curse my dad for his dead hands

So different but we're all the same,

So innocent but we're covered in shame

They destroy our lives but we sing as one