All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood
Through a whole in the wall
You saw the free world trading in bones
There`s a guardian angel at the window
Staring at the corner
She`s nowhere to go
She`s in the free world trading her bones
Chorus
But if your mother didn`t like it she don`t need to know
As long as your sending the money home
What happened to the body of the child she bore
Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City
Sprayed by a moonbeam through the Linden leaves
Cast in a shadow in anonymity
He found the free world and sucked on their bones
Performing for animals he`s dressed to thrill
High on a pedestal see the surgeon`s skill
He lets the free world feast on his bones
Chorus
Behind the curtains there`s a sanctuary
For the businessman and the refugee
This is the free world and they trade with their bones
A dead flower from a buttonhole
Lies in the gutter with a million souls
It`s the free world, and they`re only trading in bones
Chorus
(Dick/Boult/Cassidy)