All the way at the bottom

Of the barrels we cry out

So ashamed of our tears

That we blame only ourselves That's when they win, they keep us convinced

To lift up our chins, these playing fields are level

We all have a chance with that they dismiss

The fast lanes they rode

What it takes it depends On who you know or where you came from

Whose daughter are you? Whose fortunate son?

Will it so to stick up our bones and piece from the letters

How we settled the crimes Is this an over-reaching arm or is this compassion?

Is this a handout undeserved or a just reparation? Away from the towers

High above glass ceiling tombs

Tell themselves that they've earned this

By working hard and playing by the rules But this is only part true

A dangerous trick played on me and you

And so like a practical joke

We pulled on these bootstraps so high that they broke Is this an over-reaching arm or is this compassion?

Is this a handout undeserved or a just reparation? And like a single domino

That falls while the rest stay vertical

Will you fear these empty fairy-tales

Or will you believe them? And if fear's a game you better pray

That this sleeping giant never wakes If we just take a step back

A bigger picture we might view

Perhaps the man in the gutter

Is not so different from you Come in, out of the cold

Forget all that you know

Because there's always been room

By the fire for you, oh, come in, out of the cold Will you believe them? Is this an over-reaching arm or is this compassion?

Is this a handout undeserved or a just reparation? And like a single domino

That falls while the rest stay vertical

Will you fear these empty fairy-tales

Or will you believe them?