| Here in suburbia |
| There’s nothing left to see |
| Just want to spend my time running free |
| I’ve had enough of the day job |
| I can see farther than that |
| Just want to spend my time running 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 |
| A pulse shouts for a word |
| Just want to spend my time running free |
| I’ll pull out condition |
| There’s no need to face facts |
| Just want to spend my time running 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 proles' paradise |
| Experiments on the weak |
| Just want to spend my time running free |
| It’s a trick of the torment |
| You tend to forget yourself |
| Just want to spend my time running 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) |