There's a high speed chase on a freeway while an old man pushes a broom,
There's a young boy sleeping, a widow weeping, and an artist painting a tune,
There's an old woman begging for money while the young kid's locked in his room,
There's a rape victim screaming, a little child dreaming about growing up too soon.

And the world keeps moving around,
Yeah, the world keeps beating you down,
With every beat of the drum, the kingdom will come and free anyone who is bound.

There's a fat man walking his dog and there's a dead man in a tomb,
A teenager cruising, a lawyer who's losing, a junkie filling a spoon.

And the world keeps moving around,
Yeah, the world keeps beating you down,
With every beat of the drum, the kingdom will come and free anyone who is bound.

He knows there's pain, but there is healing on his wings,
His time's not come, but when it does we will sing,
In his heart and in his eyes, with every teardrop, he calls your name,
And he says, "I want you home, my child...until then, there'll be pain."

And the world keeps moving around,
Yeah, the world keeps beating you down,
With every beat of the drum, the kingdom will come and free anyone who is bound,
And as the world keeps moving around you know his love can always be found,
Within a beat of his heart the darkness must part, as the chains fall to the ground.

Freedom,
Freedom.

There's a police raid down at the beach house and there's a wino about to consume,
Crime committed, a defendant acquitted, and a dog that's barking at the moon.

Freedom,
Freedom,
Freedom,
Freedom.

Oh, freedom,
Ooh, freedom,
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