Freedom At 21 (Live) - Jack White

Yeah

Cut off the bottoms of my feet

Make me walk on salt

Take me down to the police

Charge me with assault

A smile on her face

She does what she wants to me

That's right

She don't care what kind of wounds

She's inflicted on me

She don't care what color bruises

That she's leavin' on me

'Cuz she's got freedom in the 21st century

Two black gadgets in her hands

All she thinks about

No responsibility no guilt or morals

Cloud her judgement

Smile on her face

She does what she damn well please

Right

And she don't care

About the things people used to do

She don't care that

What she does has an effect on you

She's got freedom in the 21st century

Aye aye aye

Cut off the bottoms of my feet

Cut off the bottoms of my feet

Make me walk on salt

Make me walk on salt

Take me to the police

Take me to the police