Another day

Can't get enough
Though you have it all
You're rich
And they are poor
Walking,
crouching
on the streets
They have nothing anymore

You have a family
have a car
And are saving
for a gym
They are struggling
to survive
hoping
they will even live!


Chorus...
It's not as easy as you think
Cash doesn't grow on trees
All the money that you make in your full-time job
Other people lose...


Vagabond,
searching
for a place
to eat his rotten bread
A policeman
sees him
runs in his
direction
and is mad

You are
not allowed to sit here
on the stairs
of this hotel!
Get your ass
out of this mall
and hope you'll never see me again
NO!

(korte solo)

Chorus...
All these fucking images
Reflecting human life
In the policemans eyes all vagabonds are no more then junks
"so why don't put them away??"

IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!

(lange solo)

end chorus...
Saslesman running the fast life
Vagabonds on the streets
Both victims of posperity
Searching for another day! (X3)


Ik zit bij een beginnende punkband, maar ik ben ervan overtuigd dat protestzang ook een vorm van dichtkunst is...