Just for those three days?

Looks like it’s, one or the other.
Oh, you don’t know the shape I’m in.

Setting them free near the factory,
Where you built your computer love.

I’ll stomp a mud hole in your heart.

I wanna kiss all the Creole gals I see,
Drink all day, dance all night,
Do it wrong, till we do it right.

Cause in God’s name they built a barbed wire fence.

None but ourselves can free our minds.