Two, three.Truth about us is we're a dying breedYou're a lily-white palm that's surrounded by weedsAnd your poison is soft but you don't kill the seedsSo we grow a yellow gorse in the pure white snowYou just hope we dieDa-da-daJust on my block there's ten single momsAnd kids run the street while they're sucking their thumbsThere's a ganghouse on the cornerSchool on the other we growThey wanna shift us to build high-rise homesThey can't see usThey can't see us dieDa-da-daDa-da-daDa-da-daDa-da-daNeighbor Montana, she has three kidsAnd father of her children, he ran off and hidThey're just kids having kidsMy kid's dad's just the same as they growHides his moneySo I already don't knowHopes the truth will die outHe won't dieDa-da-daAnd I could say, babe, I gave it awayAll my possessions don't matter anywayAs long as there's us keeps the trouble at bayI would be lyin'If I said I didn't want for moreLost all my money in a bad house deedLost the dreams too that we thought were for realIf I gave it away would it still hurt to feelHow we grow?No one cares if the seed's not sownWe try not to die outDa-da-daDa-da-daCame here with nothingThought I'd build somethingSomething to believe in is better than nothingNow that I've lost all of my will to growPlanet, a seed you knowWatch it growAll of the seeds you sowThey will growAll of the seeds you knowWill refuse to die outDa-da-daDa-da-daI could say, babe, I gave it awayAll our possessions don't matter anywayAs long as there's us keeps the darkness at bayI would be lyin'Yes, I would be lyin'I would be lyin' if I didn't sayThe truth about usDa-da-daDa-da-daDa-da-daDa-da-daDa-da-da