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 cla** 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 bu*terfly breaks upon the wheel
A compa** 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