作曲 : Abbott, Chumbawamba ...
For all those feet in ancient times 
For stepping out of line 
Dragging time and tide 
Against the keepers of the past 
The flags of class and caste 
Limp upon the mast 
All your week you were someone's slave 
Today you're a free man 
If they tell you you can't 
Then you can 
You can, you can, you can 
You can, you can 
Walking high upon the hills 
Rough-shod against well-heeled 
A butterfly breaks upon the wheel 
A compass and a cap 
A sing-song and a scrap 
A dotted line across the map 
All your week you were someone's slave 
Today you're a free man 
If they tell you you can't 
Then you can 
You can, you can, you can 
You can, you can 
Every five-barred gate my home 
A place to call my own 
Stone to boundary stone 
For every footprint on the land 
The banners and the banned 
Who swayed the best-laid plans 
All your week you were someone's slave 
Today you're a free man 
If they tell you you can't 
Then you can 
You can, you can, you can