Ever since you were small
They had you up against the wall
They told you what to do and say
You couldn’t wait to break away

They said “Don’t buy punk – Don’t buy junk”
“Don’t buy disco – Don’t go to San Francisco”
That was ten years ago
They don’t know who they are
I’m not a rock ‘n’ roll star
I’m a sad commentary at the end of the bar.

Get a massage – go to the Louvre
Drink a little wine – it tickles my spine
Go to Switzerland and drink some gin
Tell the conductor to strap you in
Someone’s on the platform, they’re trying to get off
Tell her that it’s just a little cough.

Daddy said “come on down”
There on the platform, wearing a frown
Walk by work, look at those faces
Everywhere I see traces – of stupidity
And inanity – and absurdity
Na na na na na-na na-na-na-na

Someone tells you what to do
Someone tells you what to wear
Someone tells you how to act
And how long to wear your hair
Someone tells you what’s cool
Someone tells you what’s square
Someone tells you what to like
Or whether you should care

Everywhere I look someone’s striking a pose
So busy doing what everybody does – conform.

At the top of every street
Is a bunch of brainless humanoids
All standing around
In one great big void
They all look alike – they all talk alike
They all think alike – they all are alike.

Everywhere I look someone’s striking a pose
So busy doing what everybody does – conform.