She’s living in a cell it’s
Right next to my own
Got records in her
Shelf none of them have
Songs
No ethnic friends?
Oh well she knows
Someone with aids
Coffee in her cup again
It’s the colour beige
Come on
He’s got a hundred
Friends he clings to
Them got one
Hundred calls
In four five
Six or seven day’s
He’s got a goddamn
Mirror in every room
He’s got his Playstation
And some tattoo
I said come on
It’s time to take a look
Around save yourselves
Have kids and you got to
Leave this city