No hope of escaping, just follow the pack
No value on life, treading this social track
A concrete jungle moving from house to house
No real belonging, no real spouse
Working the same job or no job at all
Hitting your head against an imaginary wall
The same old conversations with the same old faces
One row of shops in these unforgotten places
Generations of families lived there for a while
Living near each other no more than a mile
Not going anywhere but if they do it’s on mass
A local day out for the working class
How do you break this social merry go round?
Aspirations a secret you keep on the ground
Squashed ideas that you want to scream and shout
Don’t be stupid, they say, you begin to doubt
A spark of an idea that can light the flame
Don’t want to accept being just the same
Break the cycle and begin to believe
Have aspirations beyond and begin to achieve
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