“Welcome to the free world Where nothing’s as it seems Tell me, can you find a cure When you can’t see, and you can’t feel the disease Can you seek a higher truth When you’re living on your knees Where freedom grows from blood soaked soil In the lands of hypocrisy 'Cause if you can’t see the chains tell me what use is a key It’s cash, blood and oil, in the age of the refugee They’re trying to buy our minds, we ain’t selling Bang, bang, bang, hear they’re nailing down the coffins”