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going out for another day,the working class is on it's waybut I don't careif they want me to go to workshe's building up her self-esteemthe eight till five - but not for meand he's still madthat he's working for my worldI don't wanna be the rest of a modest world's fantasyI'm gonna make the soundof all the boys and girls who like to walk aroundI see them as they come and gothey shake their heads as if I don't knowbut I stay youngand their minds are getting oldthey're in all week to please a manwho they don't know, who won't be friendsand when week ends, they're all back in their homesI just don't wanna knowwhat my life will be about when I'm 64no I'm gonna walk aroundas long as I need the time figure out(I'm gonna shout) Aus Songtexte Mania