They took all of your money didn't they?
They count the tired alms from the poor
They pissed on your dreams didn't they?
They wondered if you'd come back and give a little more
Make your mother proud, you've got to
Make your mother proud, you've got to
Sharpen those dead dreams
Pay them violently
Write them quietly
Secret history
Sold
The dream
For arms
And legs
To work
To eat
To sleep
Repeat
Sharpen those dead dreams
Pay them violently
Write them quietly
Secret history
Make your mother proud, you've got to
Sold
The dream
For arms
And legs
To piss
And shit
In homes
You rent
Make your mother proud, you've got to
Sharpen those dead dreams
You're on your own in a secret history
You're on your own in a secret history
On your own in a secret history
