Grey Areas

I don’t want to go to work
I don’t want to be a slave (Slave)
I just want to make rock records
And ride someone else’s wave (Wave)
I want it now or by tonight
It should be as clear as black or white
But nobody lives in black and white
Everybody lives in the-
Grey areas (Grey areas)
Grey areas (Grey!)
Grey areas (Grey areas)
Grey areas (Grey!)
I don’t want to have adventures
I don’t want to get on a train
I just want to stay at home and make records
And drill another hole in my brain
Give me yours and I’ll give you mine
And the pain you’re feeling is by design
I bet you thought you’d be having fun tonight
But now you’re living in the grey areas
Grey areas
Grey areas
Grey areas, oh
Grey areas (Grey areas)
Grey areas (Grey!)
Grey areas (Grey areas)
Grey areas (Grey!)