I'm moving on the highway

Of what I call my life

I say I do it my way

Not yours with kids and wife

People and their faces

Just look at me with masks

Running their daily races

To perform society's tasks

I won't end as a puppet

I swear an oath on it

My eyes deep in their socket

Damned, how I hate this shit

And dreaming of a day I am

When all people are free

No more oppressed by fellow men

Dream on! They say to me

So should I just forget 

For which I worked so hard

The dream really too far to get?

All that counts - a credit card?

I won't end as a puppet

I swear an oath on it

My eyes deep in their socket

Damned, how I hate this shit