No place to go

Drinking in a Soho bar last night, I got up to go for a piss, and found an out of order sign on the door of the gents. Didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, and there was nowhere else to relieve myself, so I snuck in. As I was urinating, I could hear the sound of booming hip hop from the bar area and some lyrics wafted past my ears: "...just a rebel with a cause, no place to go..." Strangely prescient.