Some live their lives in concrete
Some live their lives in comfort
Some land, others fall
Some poor souls
They are just..
Spat out
Expelled
Let go
Spat out
I wasn't born pretty
I wasn't born rich
Everything I've got
I've had to fight for it
Spat out
Expelled
Let go
Spat out
Into this wretched world
Demonised as an underclass
Seen as an inconvenience
Pitiful, twisted lumps of flesh
Swept aside by progress
And patronised when restless
And hope?
Hope is a fairytale we tell ourselves
Spat out
Expelled
Let out
Spat out
Into this wretched world