Chased away, led astray
our lives down the drain
Are we submissively giving up the fight?
I’ve got no shoes, got no clues
my place in the sun fell through
I’m in a tunnel but where the hell is the light?

Oh say can you see by the last blooming tree
Our future’s tombstone stands despondently

Deep despair in the air
'Police Line' tape everywhere
The rich get richer and the rest of us get killed
Underneath my bare feet
I feel insecurity
If we don’t make a difference who the fuck will?

Theatre of the absurd
United our voices sing but we’re still not heard
Are we the only ones concerned?

Give us at least a chance to rest in peace