I ain't getting what you want
No, you can't be what you are
Cars and bars are not this place
The politicians still lie to your face
Bankers get high on
over -inflated rates
Can't get a job so I'm
out of this place
Can't pay the rent,
can't show my face in this town
no more
Same tie, don't relate to timeshare
Politics, Twitter ain't on Facebook
Cancel the papers,
the broadband's down
And no cyberspace,
just well -defined street tan
Meanwhile, what have we here?
No Cote d 'Avon, just supermarket beer
I just got busted outside
my front door
Making new old -fashioned lies
Lipstick chicks with
sexy smiles
Turning tricks at night on the boulevard
Police surveillance gives
me the creeps
Those vain and greedy men
Taking our homes and robbing us blind
They cover their tracks,
those smiling men
On the TV they say
everything's gonna be fine
Got no money
Sorry, honey
It's not so funny, is it?
Got ta get far away from here
But there's coaching room
s in the su permarket
The television sucks and the
broadband's out
We're in a depression,
an d mainly it's all over the
line
Same as it was in 68
Can't explain, just here to blame
No, I need to grow up and stop,
no I'm fine
Can't complain
Would you like a glass of wine?
Come to Rome
When I was just a lad
I dreamed of a better place
Of fields and happy faces
And now that I'm a man
My feelings are the same,
but they won't ever
change me
You can't do what you want anymore
You can't say what you want anymore
You can't be what you
want anymore
I won't do what they want anymore
I won't be what they want any more
I will be me
I won't be what I want anymore
You can be
You can be
You can be anything you want
You can be anything you want
You can be, you can be
You can be anything you want
You can be, you can be
You can be anything you want
You can be