Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

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!)

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

I don't want to have adventures
I don't want to get on the train (train)
I just want to stay at home and make records
And drill another hole in my brain (drain)

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

Grey areas (grey areas)
Grey areas (grey!)
Grey areas (grey areas)
Grey areas (grey!)

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh