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