Yeah, cut off the bottoms of my feet
make me walk on salt
take me down to the police
charge me with assault
a smile on her face
she does what she wants to me
that's right
she don't care what kind of wounds she's inflicting on me
she don't care what color bruises that she's leaving on me
'cause she's got freedom in the 21st century
Alright
Listen
two black gadgets in her hand is all she thinks about
no responsibility, no guilt or morals cloud her judgement
smile on her face
she does what she damn well please
Right
and she don't care what kind of things people used to do
and she don't care that what she does has an effect on you
she's got freedom in the 21st century
hey, hey, hey
cut off the bottoms of my feet
make me walk on salt
take me down to police
