A Fever Burns

A fever burns like a jet lag, hell And it happens every day, Try just to pay your way Feed and dress your family, It isn't easy these days. Nor was it easy in your parent's days. So when your anger burns Because you want to rise-up and leave Remember how to your elders suffered At the hands of a so-called, brother. Oh, freedom Is it only a memory of your head in a basket? Oh, freedom Is a hypocrite asking for your votes? Making women out of blokes Ooh a fever burn like a jet lag, hell And it happens every day, Try just to pay your way God was a bartering fool Who thought he could trust Man with an unforgiving soul And still, find his way home. But it isn't easy these days. Just trying to be nice Being a good neighbour Because it isn't easy these days To feed or dress your family Nor was it easy in your parent's days. So when your anger burns— Because you want to rise-up and live Remember how to your elders suffered At the hands of a so-called, brother. Oh, freedom Is it only a memory of your head in a basket? Oh, freedom Is a hypocrite asking for your votes? Making women out of blokes Ooh a fever burn like a jet lag, hell.