Текст песни The Ballad

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.