Here in suburbia
There's nothing left to see
Just wanna spend my [bad word] free

I've had enough of the day job
I can see farther than that
Just wanna spend my [bad word] free

The air of tension still is rising higher
Screaming emotions are singing to you
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time

Here in the engine room
pulse shouts for a word
Just wanna spend my [bad word] free

I'll pull out condition
There's no need to face facts
Just wanna spend my [bad word] free

You better make a move before sleeping gets you
You better shape soon before the weak things make you
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time

Here in prole's paradise
Experiments on the weak
Just wanna spend my [bad word] free

It's a trick of the torment
You tend to forget yourself
Just wanna spend my [bad word] free

Your conscience may be changed as the plan gets harder
It's just been rearranged to keep the strata
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time

Your conscience may be changed as the plan gets harder
It's just been rearranged to keep the strata
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time
No, no, no time, no, no, no time

Songwriters
DIGGLE