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 anesthetics
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 hope
Not just for our children's hands
But for bigger plans

Yeah, if we group together
And made hope
'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

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

We will fall so turbulently
Accepting all the amnesty
Trenching through tame
Dousing us for sane

And yes, granted we prosper
But the fact that we prosper
Is even taken for granted