For all those feet in ancient times For stepping out of line Dragging time and tide ♪ Against the keepers of the past The flags of class and caste Limp upon the mast ♪ All your week you were someone's slave Today you're a free man If they tell you you can't Then you can You can, you can, you can You can, you can
Walking high upon the hills Rough-shod against well-heeled A butterfly breaks upon the wheel ♪ A compass and a cap A sing-song and a scrap A dotted line across the map All your week you were someone's slave Today you're a free man If they tell you you can't Then you can You can, you can, you can You can, you can Every five-barred gate my home ♪ A place to call my own Stone to boundary stone For every footprint on the land The banners and the banned Who swayed the best-laid plans
All your week you were someone's slave Today you're a free man If they tell you you can't Then you can You can, you can, you can