I just want it both ways At ease and unrestrained Peel the velvet off the bars and taste the steel Wake up and smell the servants leash that you can't feel or decorate the prison, settle for predictability It's the cla**ic conflict of freedom versus security I just want to have it both ways At ease and unrestrained At least something more than these fractions... of freedom Growing up we spent waiting for something to make it all worth while Happily ignorant of past and present, hope was kept alive This is where the real conflict is with the disenchanting reality of that which has to change The comfort and the bitterness might get the best of us but this is at least a last call for you know what