There's only one way of life
And that's your own, your own, your own
My father when I was younger took me up on to the hill
That looks down on the city smog and above the factory spill
He said, "Now this is where I come when I wanted to be free"
But he never was in his lifetime, but these words stuck with me, hey
And so I ran from all of this and I climbed that highest hill
I looked down on to my life above the factory spill
I looked down onto my life as the family disgrace
Then all my friends on the starting line their wages off to chase
Yes and all my friends and all their jobs and all the bloody waste
There's only one way of life
And that's your own, your own, your own
There's only one way of life
And that's your own, that's your own, that's your own
Well, well, when I grew up, learned to love and laugh
Circled as on the underpass the noise we thought would never stop
Died a death as the punks grew up, we choked on all our dreams
We rustled with our fears
We're running through the heartless concrete streets chasing our ideas run
And all the problems of the world won't be solved by this guitar
And they won't stop coming either by the life I've had so far
And the bright lights of my home town won't be getting any dimmer
Though their calling has receded like some old distant singer
And they don't look so appealing to the eyes of this poor sinner
There's only one way of life
And that's your own, your own, your own
There's only one way of life
And that's your own, that's your own, that's your own
There's only one way of life
And that's your own, that's your own, that's your own
Oh, only one way of life
And that's your own, that's your own, that's your own
That's your own