Lyrics:

Yeah**lf**Cut off the bottoms of my feet, made me walk on salt**lf**Take me down to the police, charge me with assault**lf**A smile on her face, she does what she wants to me**lf****lf**That''s right**lf**She don''t care what kind of wounds she''s inflicting on me**lf**She don''t care what color bruises that she''s leaving on me**lf**''Cause she''s got freedom in the 21st century**lf****lf**Alright**lf****lf**Listen**lf**Two black gadgets in her hands, all she thinks about**lf**No responsibility, no guilt or morals cloud her judgement**lf**Smile on her face, she does what she damn well please, right**lf****lf**And she don''t care what kind of things people used to do**lf**And she don''t care that what she does has an effect on you**lf**She''s got freedom in the 21st century**lf****lf**Hey, hey, hey**lf****lf**Cut off the bottoms of my feet (cut off the bottoms of my feet)**lf**Made me walk on salt (made me walk on salt)**lf**Take me down to the police (take me down to the police)