As I turn on my TV I hear a cacophony Of biased opinion Here to sell me their "something" It seems so common No matter what side we will choose This haze that exists on both sides of the aisle Reflecting more disposition than fact Every four years a new glad-handed savior Making a monetary mockery of our trust So they tell me freedom's not free But is it worth the price of itself So they fight for me and democracy So they can take just what we're fighting for f** this emaciated state Of this Ku Klux democracy They didn't take it, they gave it away Because it's one for all, if it's all for... For me Every four years a new glad-handed savior Make a monetary mockery of our trust So the channels I will change Until I find a truth that's right for me Because we just f**ing love The romance of their lies So they tell me freedom's not free But is it worth the price of itself?