Again
I'd fight for attention
When I could be asking
My friends that are laughing upstairs
About something that's funny
I'm sure cause they're running
On fumes that there willing to share
The systems so messed up
And all that is left rests
To fix is to lay down and die
My privilege is hurried
Under those that I've buried
I work for the neighbours that I've gentrified
And it seems like it's going to happen all over again
Second is always
A willing replacement
The Chips that you brought were to share
The bond of a word is
Like blood mixed with wine
That I dropped from my hand on the stairs
The systems so messed up
And all that is left rests
To fix is to lay down and die
My privilege is hurried
Under those that I've buried
I work for the neighbours that I've gentrified
The systems so messed up
And all that is left rests
To fix is to lay down and die
My privilege is hurried
Under those that I've buried
I work for the neighbours that I've gentrified
The systems so messed
It's all that is left
The systems so messed
It's all that is left
The systems so messed
It's all that is left
The systems so messed
It's all that is left
And it seems like it's going to happen all over again
When I could be asking
My friends that are laughing upstairs
About something that's funny
I'm sure cause they're running
On fumes that there willing to share
The systems so messed up
And all that is left rests
To fix is to lay down and die
My privilege is hurried
Under those that I've buried
I work for the neighbours that I've gentrified
And it seems like it's going to happen all over again
Second is always
A willing replacement
The Chips that you brought were to share
The bond of a word is
Like blood mixed with wine
That I dropped from my hand on the stairs
The systems so messed up
And all that is left rests
To fix is to lay down and die
My privilege is hurried
Under those that I've buried
I work for the neighbours that I've gentrified
The systems so messed up
And all that is left rests
To fix is to lay down and die
My privilege is hurried
Under those that I've buried
I work for the neighbours that I've gentrified
The systems so messed
It's all that is left
The systems so messed
It's all that is left
The systems so messed
It's all that is left
The systems so messed
It's all that is left
And it seems like it's going to happen all over again
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Writer(s): Robyn Froese
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