Indonesia

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?