Yo, listen up, I got a story to tell
About a trap that's got us locked in a cell
It ain't bars or chains, but it's just as real
Debt's the new shackles, that's the deal

Debt is the slavery of the free
Chains made of credit, can't you see?
Interest piling up, we can't break free
Debt is the slavery of the free

Started with a dream, now we're drowning in bills
Student loans, credit cards, man, it kills
Working nine to five, still can't make ends meet
Trapped in a cycle, can't get off this street

They say money talks, but debt screams louder
Got us chasing paper, feeling smaller and smaller
Freedom's just a word when you're owned by the bank
Gotta break these chains, before our spirits tank

Debt is the slavery of the free
But knowledge is power, time to break free
Educate yourself, make a plan, take control
'Cause true freedom starts when you free your soul

Oh there once was a swagman camped in the billabongs,
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree;
And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling,
'Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.'

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Up came the jumbuck to drink at the waterhole,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee;
And he sang as he put him away in his tucker-bag,
'You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.'

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Up came the squatter a-riding his thoroughbred;
Up came policemen - one, two, and three.
'Whose is the jumbuck you've got in the tucker-bag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.'

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.

Up sprang the swagman and jumped in the waterhole,
Drowning himself by the Coolibah tree;
And his voice may be heard as it sings in the billabongs,
'Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.'

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.