| Lyrics: | There's something wrong somewhere here,
So through unclean streets,
I made my
way.
With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet.
I paid my
way.
In every town on the way,
The people looked grey, the buildings looked
healthy,
But one day I met a man,
With money to spare,
He said he will tell me how it
is.
The state he began has been propping up people too long.
For far too
long.
We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered to make our way through the
world.
But we are all bourgeois now,
Once there was class war,
But not any
longer because baby we are all bourgeois now,
So go out and make your way in the
world.
We're free to choose.
We're all free to choose x2
We're free to
choose.
In booming Britain, we all work together to raise ourselves in the
world.
Each of us know someone who has done well for themselves.
So well for
themselves.
"Thank you" I said as I left,
I'll be on my way,
I see how it
is,
We are all bourgeois now and somehow I'll raise myself through the world.
I'm free to
choose.
We're all free to choose x2
I'm free to choose.
We're all bourgeois now
x2
We're bourgeois now |
