And 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 pedestals And I lie here, surrounded by a range Of general anaesthetics To drowse the fact that funding in security Is not matched by spreading equality You'll hear us singing In the sunlight, where you caught us Plotting the downfall of hoarders In the sunlight, where you caught us You'll hear us 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 But if we grouped together And made a bigger hole Not just for our children's hands But for bigger plans Yeah, if we grouped 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 Whoa Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa We live so subserviently Accepting all normality Drenched with routine Doused in the foreseen And yes, granted we prosper But the fact that we prosper Is even taken for granted