Cut off the bottoms of my feet
Make me walk on salt
Take me down to the police
Charge me with assault
A smile on her face
She does what she wants to me
That's right and
She don't care what kind of wounds
She's inflicted on me
She don't care what color bruises that
She's leavin' on me
'Cuz she's got freedom in the 21st century
(Alright)
(Listen)
Two black gadgets in her hands
All she thinks about
No responsibility
No guilt or morals
Cloud of judgement
Smile on her face
She does what she damn well please
(Right)
And she don't care about the things
People used to do
She don't care that what
She does has an effect on you
She's got freedom in the 21st century
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)