This, my son, is the Freedom Tower
It was built many years ago
By a man who'd tasted too much of power
And couldn't let anything go.

He thought it was time to expand his reach
Even if he had to fight
All the way from Redondo Beach
To the City of Blinding Lights.

His friends had money, and they were his friends
His enemies they had none
He used any means to achieve his ends
And make sure the war was won.

He couldn't speak English very well
He was a man of wealth and taste
He said he loved heaven and hated hell
Too bad he went to the latter place.

This, my son, is the Freedom Tower
It's a symbol of being free
But freedom changes, hour to hour
It's not what it used to be.