I stand on top of this city looking down
I see mothers and fathers, they're trying to find out where the road goes
Don't look at me like this life would be senseless
I'm just as f*cked as you, hoping for some answers
An old man comes running, he knocks at my door,
In his hands his first punk record, he stole from the store,
Society has been a mystery, until I've heard these songs
Explaining how we've managed to split up in two parts
One lives in the gutter, with dreams spilled on the floor,
The other's in a castle & owns a crown & a thrown,
The part that's on the streets is struggling to live on,
The other's safely at home
We will be one
I know you struggle to live on
We will be one