When the working day is done I refuse to belong to anyone And at night when I try to sleep I hear the howls 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 There's not much that I can do But to sing a bad ballad for you
I could suggest sabotage But success might prove a mirage
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