Everyone round here has got their own story
Over time the details will become all hazy
You believe it one way
The facts say that it’s different
Draw the line and keep on moving
It’s the only way we’ll get out of here

We’ve not come from nowhere
Days and nights feel slower
I just need a helping hand
From the losing end

I gambled my silver
On dreams of dirt and dust yeah
I just need a helping hand
From the losing end

I'm so tired of breathing through this paper bag now
The chain around my chest just keeps on getting tighter
I don’t want your pity
All for social show yeah
Just for you to keep on wearing your crown
Everyone can see it’s made of cheaper plastic

We’ve not come from nowhere
Days and nights feel slower
I just need a helping hand
From the losing end

I’ve not seen the light of day since you came into view yeah
You took me from being done to climbing up to safety