They were born with no worries, they were born lucky.
Handed all keys, handed all homes, handed all roads, psychos.
Choosing what to eat when you have it all is hard. They will never know what it’s like to starve.
Well fed faces, perfect teeth, living off their families.
Never knowing what's the cost. What's it to them? Nothing lost.
Then they tell you how you've had to live your life is wrong. They’ll call you lazy and tell you everywhere you don’t belong.
Buy me. Try me.
I’ll lose it all. It’s a short fall.