Chains - Matt Elliott

We’re free to do exactly what we’re told

We’re free to buy what we’re sold

We’re nothing more than slaves my dear

But our chains are made of gold

We’re slaves, we’re slaves, we’re slaves

We’re slaves, we’re slaves, we’re slaves

Though our chains are golden

They’re still just fucking chains

We’re free to do exactly what we’re told

We’re free to buy what we’re sold

We’re nothing more than slaves my dear

But our chains are made of gold

We’re slaves, we’re slaves, we’re slaves

We’re slaves, we’re slaves, we’re slaves

Though our chains are golden

They’re still just fucking chains