I'm Free

I'm free
 I'm free
 And freedom tastes of reality
 I'm free
 I'm free
 And freedom lies here in normality
 I could tell you what it takes
 To feel the highest high
 You'd laugh and say nothing's that simple
 But you've been down this path before
 While I was waiting at the door
 This place is sacred as a temple!
 I'm free
 I'm free
 Right here I've found immortality
 I'm free
 I'm free
 And freedom tastes of reality
 What you've stumbled upon here, my son, could be ginormous
 A story on a par with the opening of King Tut's tomb
 Or the Hindenberg disaster
 Happened to me
 I was able to capture the moment of young Tommy Walker's miraculous recovery
 For all prosterity right there in black and white!
 Now one would think such a snap would be worth a hundred quid
 It's yours for a mere fifty
 I could of course, just hand the Nobel Prize over to one of your Fleet Street colleagues
 From say, ah, The Mirror? Or the Times? Or the Guardian?
 What about for a bottle of Scotch?