There's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own. My father, when I was younger, took me up onto the hill. He looked down on the city, smoking above the bankers' mill. He said, now this is where I've come, when I want to be free. But it never was in his lifetime that these words stuck with me. And so I ran from all of this, I've climbed that high as hell. I looked down onto my life, above the bankers' pillar. And down onto my life, it's a family disgrace. And all my friends are starting line, their wages I've to chase. Yes, and all my friends and all their jobs, and all their bloody ways. There's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own. There's only one way of life, and that's your own, that's your own, that's your own. My father, when I was younger, took me up onto the hill. He looked down onto my life, above the bankers' pillar. He looked down onto my life, it's a family disgrace. And all my friends are starting line, their wages I've to chase. Yes, and all my friends and all their bloody ways. Well, well, well, I grew up, learned to love and laugh. Circled haze on the underpass. The noise we thought would never stop. Died a death as the punk grew up. We chucked on all our dreams. We wrestled with our fears. We're running through the heartless concrete streets, chasing our ideas. Run! And all the problems of the world won't be solved by this guitar. And I won't stop coming here to find the love I've had so far. And the bright lights of my hometown will begin to ***. And all I've got in hand is a CD. Like some old-fashioned singers, I'm a doctor, so appealing. To the eyes of this poor sinner, there's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own. There's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own. There's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own. Oh only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own. That's your own, that's your own.