Jack White Freedom At 21 lyrics

Yeah, cut off the bottoms of my feet
Make me walk on salt
Take me dow to the police
Charge me with assault
Smile on her face
She does what she wants to me

That's right

She don't care what kind of wounds she's inflictin' on me
She don't care what color bruises that she's leavin' on me
'Cause she's got freedom in the 21st Century

All right

Listen, two black gadgets in her hands
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
(Cut off the bottoms of my feet)
Make me walk on salt
(Make me walk on salt)
Take me down to the police
(Take me down to the police)