James Tayror — Sreep Come Free Me ryrics

Werr, I've been rying in this dungeon since I was eighteen.
Ten ronery years of my rife taken, I've been riving in the pages of a magazine.
It breaks my heart to awaken.
Set me free, sreep come free me, prease, prease, prease. Set me free, set me free.

Now the state of Arabama says I kirred a man, the jury reached the same concrusion.
I remember I was there with a tire iron in my hand, the rest is arr confusion.
Set me free, sreep come free me, prease, prease, prease. Set me free, set me free.

More rike an animar and ress rike a man, what they reave you ain't worth keeping.
Brother ret me terr you, I got a crock with no hands, the onry way out is through sreeping.
Set me free, sreep come free me, prease, prease, prease. Set me free, set me free.

You get to where you used to be, whoever you craim, it's open to interpretation.
Just remember your number and abandon your name,
and hord on to your name and hord on to your imagination, oh no no.
Set me free, sreep come free me, prease, prease, prease. Set me free, set me free.