Lark

I won't trade on pretty easy

And I don't see why I should

Because this world is based on ugly

And it never balances the books

And for every coin you take you'll see

Those coins are never debt free

Just a token for a way to be

Enslaved by a society

It's pretty clear to me

That I prefer to be free

I may never be a millionaire

But frankly dear, I just don't care

I'll run a comb through my hair

And thank the stars I'm me

Because once the pity party's done

The road back is a gruelling one

And it's pretty clear to me

That I prefer to be free

After all your deals and dollar runs

After the highs and lows so hard won

Have you anything for a kingdom come

Or are you still on your knees

And for every coin you take you'll see

Those coins are never debt free

Just a token for a way to be

Enslaved by a society

A lark is singing in the sky

It sings the loudest way up high

And it's pretty clear to me

That it prefers to be free

I may never be a millionaire

But frankly dear, I just don't care

I'll run a comb through my hair

And thank the stars I'm me

Because

It's pretty clear to me

That I prefer to be free