Yeah, 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

she don't care what kind of wounds she's inflicting on me

she don't care what color bruises that she's leaving on me

'cause she's got freedom in the 21st century

Alright

Listen

two black gadgets in her hand is 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

make me walk on salt

take me down to police