Free (The Editorial Me)

Life is a greenhouse gas
Half the police in masks
Pretending to be my friend
But nothing can box me in
Because I'm free, yeah!
Cos I'm free, yeah!
Cos I'm free, yeah!
I'm free, yeah!
I'll be the first to dance
With every new circumstance
I smile at the scene I see
Cos I decide what it means to me, because I can!
Because I'm free, yeah!
Cos I'm free, yeah!
Cos I'm free, yeah!
Cos I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Enclosed for your review
Is a picture of you
Before you knew
Circled in red
Are the things you said
When you lost your head, and got in bed
Cos God is dead
But to whom it may concern
It's no longer that person's turn, it's mine!
And I'm free, yeah!
I'm free, yeah!
I'm free, yeah-ooh!
Whaaa I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Cos I'm free, yeah, ahh!
I'm free, yeah, yeah!
Well I'm free, yeah, ahh-ha!
Cos I'm free, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Dear sirs, we regret to inform you
The norm you conform to
Does not meet our needs at this time
But of course you may try, to reapply
For a membership
And resubmit
Your manuscripts
When the man you scripted hand's are lifted to the sky
And the old you dies
Sincerely
The editorial me
The editorial me, yeah yeah