And i lie here Staring up at the stratosphere 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
Every gap in the fence We'll peek, we'll scratch, 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
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.