I lie here Staring up at the stratosphere And hoping we're gonna get out of here
And it seems mad That we're 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 In the sunlight where you caught us
(You'll hear us singing...) In the sunlight where you caught us, Plotting the downfall of hoarders In the sunlight where you caught us
It seems that every gap in the fence We'll peak, 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 children's hands But for bigger plans
Yeah if we grouped together And made a hole 'cause 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
I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here Woah
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.
