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.