Sitting here every morning, yeah, just staring at the Sun
Ain't got a pot to piss in, but I got a million miles to run
Belongings ill-begotten from a rotten apple tree
My family's all forgotten, used to have a sister for a thief

And I'm free, free from you, free from me
Free from you and this crazy addiction
I'm free, free from you, free from me
Free from you and this crazy affliction
I'm free

Got the tax man calling, yeah, shaking up all my leaves
They tell me I'm owing 'em something, but it's something that I can't see
Running on Empty, running on fumes, batteries shot down all over the news
They tell me the tags ain't no damn good, got me singing the Burbank Blues

And I'm free, free from you, free from me
Free from you and this crazy addiction
I'm free, free from you, free from me
Free from you and this crazy affliction, oh

Heaven knows even when the bottle flows
Even when the vein runs cold
Camping on a fire-stick
You're going to have to deal with it
And rise above
You're gonna have to fall out of love
And when you think you're at the very end
Ignorance is bliss, oh, yeah

And I'm free, free from you, free from me
Even when the bottle goes down
Free from you and this crazy addiction
Even when the pain's goin' down
I'm free, free from you, free from me
Camping on a fire-stick, yeah, gonna have to deal with it
Free from you and this crazy affliction
Rise above it