On the day when I cut my hair
I had no idea, man, I swear
That I would wear this ol´tie
Like a rope ´round my neck till the day I will die

A briefcase, a suit and a pen
That’s all it takes to work for the man
Well, I rehearsed this speech more than one time before
And now I am here knocking on your front door…

A man has to live, a man has to eat
And in order to do so the things he has to do
They are not always sweet
He has to sell out and pretend it’s a win
Well, it’s nothing to die for but that’s what the lie’s for
That he’s changing the system from within

I am selling the good stuff to you
If you need it? I don’t have a clue
But I sure as hell need you to buy
´Cause I need a new suit and I need a new tie

And a new car with automatic gear
And holiday flights at least three times a year
Well, this scratches not even the core –
But that’s why I am here knocking on your front door

Man, I’m still the old rebel, right deep down inside me
You can trust me with this – but my girlfriend and I we have needs
Freedom does not come cheaply and I don’t say it lightly
Someone has to keep on and keep doing the deeds
Not this much long ago – when my hair was much longer
We happened to think we could live from pure love and clean air
But the world is not like this, and I guess it sounds desperate
And I need you, I need you, I need you to sign right down here

Cause a man has to live, a man has to eat
And in order to do so the things he has to do
They are not always sweet
He has to sell out and pretend it’s a win
Well, it’s nothing to die for but that’s what the lie’s for
That he’s changing the system from within