Funny how the good half live yeah
Funny how they really live
Drag you down and pull you in and

Tell you nice you'll never win

Pretty good at laying low

It's the only place you'll ever go
Prison doors sound like wedding bells as you
Ask for change at the wishing well


I don't like this place
I don't like what it's become

You can hide your face
You can always hide your guns


Shot down
Spun round
Strung out

Still
Around
Somehow


In the human race
There's no space for everyone

You can save yourself
You can always kill your sons


Shot down
Spun round
Strung out

Still
Around
Somehow