I don't need a job
I got a sea chain
I have the right
To make your daisies blue

I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
But that's old news

I don't need a car
I got a sea chain
Don't need a wedding band
To woo you

Woo you, yeah
Woo!

I don't need a girlfriend
No, I got a sea chain
And it's connecting me
To the bottom of the sea

I don't need another callous lover
And here comes the refrain
There's no anchor
That hasn't already been hung up on me

On me, yeah, yeah

I don't buy the farm
I leave that to the doctors
I'm not in the way
That has always been my seat

This has always been my way
This has always been my attitude
Since I was in my high chair
I'm not mad at you, I just don't care

Connecting me to the bottom of the sea, yeah

I don't need a band
I got a sea chain
I don't need the cash
I can get the Nightlink

No, I don't need a home
But I don't think you're a meal ticket
I thought you understood me
But if you think that, you don't know me at all

I don't need a roof
The sky is still above me
I'll tell you the truth, for sooth
What's your worst fear?
Mine's becoming a rock journalist

I don't have a clue
But I know who's got the power
I've had an animal sense of it
Since I was one or two
Moon! Moon! Moon!
Moon! Moon! Moon!
Moon! Moon! Moon! Moon!

I don't need a card
I need a story
I don't need someone to whore me around town anymore
I don't need a drug to be very tedious

My friends all around me
But I can't tell them from the void
I don't need a record deal
I've got a sea chain
I can listen to my tapes

I don't need the sun
I've already gotten over it
Just like my favourite moo cow
That got fucked on the nine o clock news

I don't need a crutch
No, I've got a sea chain
And here comes the refrain again
There is no record company that hasn't already hung up on me

Yeah, oh!

I don't have to laugh
Who do I think I am?
I'm me, why, who am I supposed to be?
I don't need an pop star to tell me that I'm beautiful

I'm at my best
When my confrontation with my vulnerability is expressed
You should try is sometime
Some wet Monday evening when there's nothing to do at all

Oh I don't own a bar
I've got a sea chain
I don't see the darkness as something to fear
I don't have to put you down in order to praise another
And all I've learned about class from the British
Is not to complain about the weight of something
I hold up myself

I'd rather light a candle
And tell you about my sea chain
Than go on cursing the night
That anyway can only ever turn into day