Downwind from the KFC and freedom and democracy
Behind closed doors, they're toying with our lives.
Talk's cheap. What kind of vigilance is this?
If home is where the heart is, 
Then where in Hell are these poor hearts tonight?
I don't freeze to death at home, 
Lay sick alone or have to "move along".
In fact sometimes I even think I'm free.

Not wondering from where my next meal will come
For me and all of my loved ones
Not noticing because it isn't me... 
and sometimes I even think I'm free.

What circumstance that brought you here? ...
What jagged turn did your life take?
I guess no one gets out of here alive.
It's shame that tears away the eye
Of each embarrassed passer by
And sometimes we even think we're free ...
Not noticing because it isn't me. 

Curled up on a heating grate, 
Life's not as simple as it seems.
It's a full time job just staying alive
It matters not what brought you here
What can they do to help?
I doubt they even know you're alive
And sometimes they even think they're free ...

Not noticing because it isn't me.