You never believe anything that I tell you
You never buy anything that I sell you
You want a piece of my mind
But never think a thing
Try thinking more, if just for your own peace of mind
And if you think that I should see it your way
Try see it my way – it’s not that hard to see

The man with the hat and the little green bag
Says you’ve got to get along
So everyone smiles at the factory miles
Cos they know where they belong
If you don’t do what they want you to do
Then they’ll mark you down as wrong
They’ll leave you behind
Without breaking their stride
Because now you don’t belong

Watching pretty girls in the summer time
You could sleep all day and still feel fine
But what you gonna do when the summer sun
Has passed away and winter’s nigh?

The man on TV said “you’ll never be free”
And we all clapped along
His wife and his friends and their kids are on trend
And we know that we don’t belong
So why… why… why?
Which side is your deaf side, son?
Which side can you hear?
Which side is your deaf side, son?
I need to make you hear…