Indonesia

(Ohhh...) I woke up in a box today Just like every other day And I just don't know where I should be When will I be free? I grew up in the dark streets Where voices come, voices go You don't know your friends From your enemies When Will I be free? Oh, When will I be free? I want to go out To the countryside Find a little place for us Find a little place for us To run away and hide Oh, the supervisor His eyes are always red He don't care whether we live or die, he said When Will I be free? Oh, When will I be free? I want to go out to the city of Rome or New York City, oh, like Marilyn Monroe And my love says to me “Nothing's gonna change... You never where we born Is where we're gonna die, you see” When Will I be free? Oh, When will I be free?