I burned rubber br as I left the shack... br Slinging road tar, br Never looking back. br br He tried to kill me, br I don't know why. br Mama never said a word, br She would have let me die! br br I ran as fast as I could, br To the first man who came along... br Running far, far away, br Doing lots of things wrong. br br But I had to escape his belt, br And his bitter, cruel hands. br It was either leave, br Or Kill the hateful man, br br My father, my dad, br Owned a hurtful soul, br And his raging anger br Was out of control. br br I straddled the bike, br Tore off, down the hot road, br And on my battered lips br Was freedom's song.