Concept Of Freedom

There's a spider making his web in this house
John Eyres is a free man now
There's a spider catching a fly in this house
John Eyres is a free man now
Where the concept of freedom is a PR campaign
Designed to keep us working for our wage
Then we're locked up, shocked up, praying, sleeping slaves
'Til we die without ever seeing the balls and the chains
Where the governments are free to occupy and invade
To fight overland and try to control the ways
"We come in peace", they say, "we fight in God's name"
And they rape and they pillage just like Alexander the Great
Back home on the television they're all just ringing bells
Distraction for the masses to keep us all in our shells
"Don't sing about politics, boy, 'cause it doesn't sell
Now take these pieces of paper and go to hell"
Where the man at the station, he told me, "Work hard, son
Work hard all your life and you're bound to be a real man"
He was broken, his eyes were dead, he could hardly stand
It's funny that his must had never seem to lift his own hand
My father said I'm paranoid 'cos it's a conspiracy
"Don't think like that boy, you're bound to go crazy"
He got so many chains wrapped round his eyes that he cannot see
And he'd rather be blind than to realise he's never been free
There's a spider making his web in this house
There's no such thing as a free man now
There's a spider catching a fly in this house
There's no such thing as a free man now