|Lyrics:||We started off in life so fancy free,|
we ran in a pack, oh my brothers and me,
and then we
could see, where we should be,
a place called reality, where we could be free.
told our elders all things must be fair,
we could be good men, and we could have long
Turn into the one thing that we all could feel,
we lived our music because it was
We are their spirits,
my bothers and me,
we are their
and their spirits are free,
and their spirits are free.
Sent by a
challenge, in pursuit of a song.
A spiritual crusade, to compare right to wrong.
We are no
man's army, but a movement quite sure.
Our heads quite learned, and our hearts quite pure.
yeh-yeh, they're free,
and their spirits are free!