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 on to the hill
that looked down on the city smog
above the factory spill
He said now this is where I come from
when I want to be free
but he never was in his lifetime
but these words stuck with me
And so I ran from all of this and I climbed that
highest hill
and I looked down onto my life above the factory spill
I looked down onto my life as the family disgrace
then all my friends on the starting line, their wages off to chase
yes and all my friends and all their jobs and all the bloody waste
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
Well well when I grew up, learned to love and
laugh circled as on the underpass
But the noise we thought would never stop died a death as the punks grew up
And we choked on our dreams we wrestled with our fears
we're running through the heartless concrete streets chasing our ideas, run
And 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 home town won't be getting any dimmer
Though their calling has receded now like some old distant singer
And they don't seem so appealing to the eyes of this poor singer
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
There's only one way of life and that's your own, that's your own, that's your
own
Only one way of life and that's your own, that's your own, that's your own
that's your own