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 Looked down on the city smoke and above the factories fell He said, now this is where I come when I want to be free But he never was in his lifetime, but these will start with me And so I ran from all of this, and I climbed that highest hill I looked down into my life, above the factories fell I looked down into my life, as a family disgrace And all my friends are starting line, their wages off the chase Yes, and all my friends and all their jobs, on the bloody wage Cause 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 Well, well, well, I grew up and learned to love my life Circle days on the undead past, the noise we thought would never stop Died to death when the punks grew up and we choked on all our dreams We whispered all 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 they won't stop coming either, by the life I've had so far And the bright lights of my hometown, won't be getting any dimmer All their calling has receded, like some old distant singer And they don't look so appealing, to the eyes of this poor sinner Cause there's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own Well, there's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own Well, there's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own Well, there's only one way of life, and that's your own, your own, your own That's your own