Alone

I take time kicking it down the line I don't know where I'm going, where I'm going I think twice before taking your advice 'Cause I can see your ignorance is showing You say real estate is what you need A little place beside the sea If you don't fall in line Then you're no son of mine So I swing my shoulder through the thick of it And face tomorrow alone Because you own me and I'm sick of it But you don't own me no more Where've we seen this before? The age with gilded cronuts weren't to blame Your world is purely transactional Why don't you look around and think Before you blurt out gems like Jewelry is what you want A sterling piece that you can flaunt If you don't fall in line Then you're no son of mine So I swing my shoulder through the thick of it And face tomorrow alone Because you own me and I'm sick of it But you don't own me no more No more No more No more