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 anaesthetics      To drowse the fact that funding in "security"   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 hole   that just for our children's hands   but for bigger plans      Yeah if we group together   and made a whole   '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   Woah      Woah-oh-oh-oh   Woah-oh-oh-oh   Woah-oh-oh-oh   Woah-oh-oh-oh      I've gotta get out of here   I've gotta get out of here   I've gotta get out of here      Woah-oh-oh-oh   Woah-oh-oh-oh   Woah-oh-oh-oh   Woah-oh-oh-oh      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.