The Ballad - Snog

When the working day is done

I refuse to belong to anyone.

And at night when I try to sleep

I hear the house 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.