This is freedom to me Can't wipe the smile off when I call my loved ones Sing about bruises and stories of rotting glory Rot, rot, rot, rotting glory. We owe those hours on the road Finally free again, back on the road again With my friends and my family I'm finally free again Can't wipe the smile off when I call my loved ones Sing about bruises and stories of rotting glory Rot, rot, rot, rotting glory. We owe those hours on the road Memories, a family picture without relatives A street fight without enemies, No enemies Free again. Free again. Back at it. A person. I am Free again. Free again. All charged up, full battery