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 hounds 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