Lyrics:

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
'cause
Somehow, someone, somewhere owns everything I do
Somehow, someone, somewhere owns all of me and owns all of you