When the working day is done I refuse to belong to anyone. And at night when I try to sleep I hear the house of commerce in my dreams Somehow, someone, somewhere Owns everything I do. Somehow, someone, somewhere Owns all of me and owns all of you. There's no charge, There's no crime,
But we're all doing time. To be honest there's not much I can do But to sing a bad ballad for you. I could suggest sabotage, But success might prove a mirage. 'cause Somehow, someone, somewhere Owns everything I do. Somehow, someone, somewhere Owns all of me and owns all of you.