Letra de The Contenders

Hush little mammy don't you cry I've got to see what it's like on the world outside Got to get out of this life somehow Got to be free, got to be free now I don't want to be a constructor of highways A sweeper of sidewalks, I've got to do it my way I'm too ill-equipped for a mathematician A shrewd politician, a maker of decisions We're not the greatest when when we're separated But when we're together I think we're going to make it I don't want to be like a fascist dictator A saint or a sinner, I want to be a winner