Lyrics:

In a word, perfect
All the years, worth it
Suffering for selling the dream
To the few who hide behind the screens of

Freedom, run to move
Freedom
A right to choose
A place to call

Your home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man

In your home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
A women in your hand

With a word, guilty
Knowing more's plenty
To stop a man from having his sin
Knowing that his time will come the day you

Free him, from this room
Free him
Give him the right to choose
A place to call

Your home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man

In your home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
A women in your hand

In your home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
And you'll become a man

In your home, your own home
Where you'll grow old
With your women in your hand

In your home, your own home, ow
Ow, yeah
Your own home
A women in your hand
Ow, you'll become a man