Metropolitan inhabitants in their artificial environment
Surrounded by the concrete and steel of an industrial nation
Every dollar earned is just another dollar to be spent
The God of this world is knowledge and information

It's a world full of bright neon lights and signage
Night is just another time of a day which never ends
Multinational corporations controlling lineage
And govern the way the world runs and the messages it sends

I'm here, just me
I don't fit in your routine
Just fine, I'm free
I'm not a part of your scheme

This is not free trade for all, only the rich can afford it
The downtrodden workers for sale on the shelves
If we do not have it, don't worry we'll import it
From some poor third world country where they can't feed themselves

I'm here, just me
I don't fit in your routine
Just fine, I'm free
I'm not a part of your scheme

I'm here, just me
I don't believe in your schemes
Just fine, being free
Keep me out of your routines