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.