You Got to be strong, with all the shit that's going on Left from the sky, is that acid rain I spy? The Phoenix Man swings, to the world it sings By the heat of May, and the spring of the day Beat you in the relay, beat you in the track Beat you in the freeway, stab you in the back Beat you in the relay, beat you in the track Beat you in the freeway, we'll stab you in the back Beat you in the relay, beat you in the track Got to be wrong, if you think it turns me on Live a life of dismay, bring your sadness anyway The Congress asks of me, what it feels like to be free It reminds me of the days, when darkness was the blaze The Congress asks of me, what it feels like to be free The Congress asks of me, what it feels like to be free The Congress asks of me, what it feels like to be free The Congress asks of me, what it feels like to be free