Snog - The Ballad

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 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.