And I lie here staring up at the stratosphere and hoping we're gonna get out of here And it seems mad that we're born on the doorstep of squalor and of pedistools And I lie here surrounded by a range of general anaesthetics To drowse the fact that fumbling insecurity is not matched by spreading inequalities In the sunlight where you caught us, plotting the downfall of hoarders In the sunlight where you caught us In the sunlight where you caught us, plotting the downfall of hoarders In the sunlight where you caught us It seems that every gap in the fence we'll peak, we'll scratch, we'll stretch, we'll grab anything we can And if we group together and made a bigger hope that just for our children's hands but for bigger plans Yeah if we group together and made hope 'cause I don't know about you but I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here Woah Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here I've gotta get out of here Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Wheeling forth so turbulently accepting all the...