Let Freedom Ring
Mark Germino and The Sluggers Lyrics

Well the black dogs are barking at the distant sound of an east side siren cuttin' down, and some safe-crack-alley-jack-ripper-of-fame, smiles by the light of his own blowtorch flame and the heat's so heavy they keep circling the block, checking warehouse windows and the front street docks with a billystick shaking from the side of his hip cramming everything he's got into a forty-five clip
Amidst the chaos of the city, criminals are emboldened by their own audacity and arm themselves to the teeth in the face of the law enforcement's meager attempts to keep them at bay.

Now that night watchman with the switchboard eyes sits sweating out bennies as an exercise tappin' coronary rhythms with a fountain pen on the base of his skull and underneath his chin, while on the thirty-eighth floor about a mile away sits a big sandbox where the lawyers play one in particular has spent all day tampering with the history of the dossier of some retainer-bought-crooked-white-collar-client who acts like a weasel and walks like a giant in a world where rules begin to dissolve if you got enough money to get a lawyer involved
On the other end of the societal spectrum, underpaid night watchmen toil away while lawyers spend their days manipulating legal documents on behalf of the wealthy elite, bending the rules to their benefit at the cost of true justice.

Now the street sweep cleaner comes chuggin' up main squirting a ready-made mixture of detergent and rain washing a very wide assortment of the city's shame into the mouth of an oversized city drain where the two-foot-slew-foot alligator reigns with his timex watch and his underground train fighting off the pressure of this critical acclaim with more snap in his bite and more weather in his veins while the secret police in their dark dress blues light their cigarettes up with a dynamite fuse inspecting their silhouettes down to their shoes hoping to stumble upon a series of clues as to what went wrong when the universe was born
The city is a mess and its inhabitants are resigned to a life of cleaning up the mess rather than fixing it, while those wielding power (like the secret police) ignore the root of the problem in favor of maintaining their authority.

will gabriel be blowing a synthesized horn load up the wagon and sell off the corn we can cut it all down in the peak of its form let confusion fall down a heavenly stair from the left bank of paris to leningrad square i'll be doing my best to try to comprehend watching the magpies feeding off the bank of the thames
In the midst of all this confusion, the artist asks rhetorical questions and ponders the absurdity of it all while observing the natural world and trying to make sense of humanity's place within it.

Oh oh let freedom ring, oh oh let freedom ring oh oh let freedom ring let us all keep the beat and let justice sing
Throughout the chaos, the artist implores listeners to remember the value of freedom and to strive for justice in a world that seems to actively work against it.