You Can (Mass Trespass, 1932) - 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