We bump against each other
In abag of rats
But what do we find?
The times are getting rough and
You can feel that hate is all around
I think we'd rather take our leave
Me on an island, you in the woods
There's all the space and all the food!
I saw a man whose burden
Had him crushed against the pavement...lord!
The passers by didn't mind
And crossed his body like he was no more!
I'll never ever walk again-he said
'cause when you do, then, you can trust me...
There's always something that will make you fall
But with a dream or two,
And we will start again as if
The things that we've been promised would come true
One day i took a gun
And i began to shoot my fellows down
The mood was very strange
As you could hear the silence all around
I never saw teh sun again
But it didn't mind then
For this i knew
That prison or freedom can be the same