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 pedistools

And I lie here

surrounded by a range of general anaesthetics

To drowse the fact that funding insecurity

is not matched by spreading equality

(Now you hear us singing)

In the sunlight
where you caught us,
plotting the downfall of hoarders

In the sunlight where you caught us

(You hear them 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

And if we group together

and made a bigger hole
that just for our children's hands
but for bigger plans


Yeah if we group 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


Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh


I've gotta get out of here
I've gotta get out of here
I've gotta get out of here


Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh


We lie so
subserviently.
Accepting all normalities.


Drenched with routine
Doused in the foreseen


And yes granted we prosper
But the fact that we prosper

Is even taken for granted