My mommy called me gorgeous
That was when I was young
Now it's just a chorus
coming from the devil's tongue

The angels tell me not to worry
Not to dawdle on childish things
I'm just in a hurry
yes, that's what they say

But I can't take it anymore
I'm going away
I'll make no more than a dull roar
because I'm going away
I'm going to be
F R E E.