Take away the pressure to think for myself
I don’t want my name on the board
Just to fit in and keep my head down
Never hope to win an award
Tell me what i should think
Tell me what i should drink
Tell me what i should eat
And where i should live
Tell me what i should like
Tell me who i should fight
Tell me who i should want
And when i should die
I want to fit in with the chattering class
I want to be part of the heard
A bit-part player in the champion flock
Hanging on the shepherd’s words
I want to slip quietly into my grave
Never having caused a row
I don’t want to risk an original thought
I’ll be unnoticed when i take my bow