I lie here Staring up at the stratosphere And hoping we're Gonna get out of here
It seems mad That we're all born on the doorstep Of squalor and of pedestals
And I lie here Surrounded by a range of general anesthetics
To drowse the fact That funding in 'security' Is not matched by spreading equality
(You'll hear us singing...) In the sunlight where you caught us Plotting the downfall of hoarders
It seems that every gap in the fence We'll peek, we'll scratch, we'll stretch, we'll grab anything we can
But if we grouped together And made a bigger hole Not just for our childrens hands But for bigger plans
Cos I don't know about you But I've gotta get out of here
I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here
We live so subserviently Accepting all normality Drenched with routine Doused in the foreseen And yes, granted we do prosper. But the fact that we prosper Is even taken for granted.