In a wasteland of rundown tower blocks
Their inhabitants live out of the poor box
It’s a place where optimism drains off
Sense of purpose is taken from above
Oh, their story has been written down
They’ll never leave
And here it goes again, the wheel it starts to turn
And here it goes again, everyday they will return
Get out of your castle, get out of your shack
It’s not Groundhog Day, so leave the bloody track
In a white big mansion everything is glamour and glee
There's plenty of money as if it grows on a tree
Friends they have many and they party every night
Living for the day, the future looks so bright
Oh, their story has been written down
They’ll never leave
What if I told you that both aren’t walking on air
Neither the poor bastard nor the guy on his golden chair
They hate what they do, but they do it anyway
Minute to minute from Monday to Sunday
Oh, their story is not finished yet
But they don’t get that
