Breed of Burden - The Underdogs | Текст песни

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• Breed of Burden
• The Underdogs

He was born in a shanty town
Near a waste reception centre

Without proper shoes and duds
Playing with the shredded dirt

Never mind the futur,just
Escaping problems of “la casa”

An ignorant mother; a wasted father
Who ask you about education?

Watch him in the street
Get lost
His future
Is frost

Watch him in the street
Get lost
His future…

He grew up without protection
From disease, cold and starvation

He didn’t know any privacy.
Bound to live with his family

How can he attract a girl
He’s so down, he can’t learn

This is not a fairy tale
But a fact in our world of miser

Underdogs
From around the world

Underdogs.

A scar in the face, such a disgrace
A pitch black tooth, A dark polling booth

A broken hope, don’t know the rope
A child who hates, loosing faith

He was born in a shanty town
Near a waste reception centre

Without decent shoes and no top
Playing with the shredded dirt

Never mind the future…just
Escaping problems of “la casa”

An ignoramus mother and a wasted father
Who ask you about education?

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