Crowded streets and shopping malls
Sleeping bags and chairs made out of walls
In an endless stream of a trickle down
This is poverty
A light to help her sleep at night
A burned out building, a castle will divide
But that's how it goes
And you'll never know what it's like outside, yeah oh
The bells are ringing now
The voice is getting louder but it's deafening the truth
The sun is coming out but only on one side of this one-sided town
And only for the few
Sickening they try to speak (whoa-oh)
No words of wisdom for the worthless and the weak
But he calls her name in the cold night air
How can you dream there is no sleep? Yeah
The bells are ringing now
The voice is getting louder but it's deafening the truth
The sun is coming out but only on one side of this one-sided town
And only for the few
And only for the few, oh-oh
