Father said to me we gotta have your life run night

Off you got to school where you can learn the rules there right

Be just like your dad lad

Follow in the same tradition

Never go astray and stay an honest lovin' son.

Moulded I was folded I was preform-packed

Commanded I was branded in a plastic vac'

Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts.

Tried to keep me in but jumped out of my skin in time

I saw thru the lies and read the alibi signs

So I left my home I'm relly on my own at last

Left the trodden path and separated from the past.

Changing rearranging into someone new

Collecting and selecting independant views

Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due.