Tied out laces, dirt on all our faces
We can't fit in with the crowd:
Uneven teeth, dried out lips
Do we ever feel a bit proud?
Empty pockets, plenty of losses
As our problems echo so loud.

They don't see us; as we see them all.

Torn out socks, shoes with rocks
Kicked by the foot of life:
Bleeding noses, and dead roses
Our gardens never survive:
Living divided, we're all misguided
At the edge of a sharp knife.

They don't see us; as we see them all.

Look at us!
They think they're better driving fancy cars,
Look at us!
They think they're better spending chips at bars,
Look at us!
They think they're better buying off the people,
Look at us!
They think they're better treating us less than equals,
Look at us!
They think they're better with their ***' sunlit,
But even if you try to hide it; we all go through some shït.



We are the misfortunate;
Who missed good fortunes
We are ringing in your head?
But do you ever hear us calling?