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

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.