One
I stand on top of this city looking down
I see mothers and fathers
Trying to find out where the road goes
Don't look at me like this life would be senseless
I'm just as fucked 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 heard those 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 and owns a crown and a throne
The part that's on the street is struggling to live on
The other's safely at home
We will be one
One lives in the gutter
With dreams spilled on the floor
The other's in a castle
We will be one
The part that's on the street 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
I know you struggle to live on
We will be one
There are some left in the gutter
Who pick their dreams up from the floor
Some who won't give up on the world around us all
Our books taught us strength
We can change the world
Tyrants and fuck-ups will get what they deserve
I see mothers and fathers
Trying to find out where the road goes
Don't look at me like this life would be senseless
I'm just as fucked 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 heard those 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 and owns a crown and a throne
The part that's on the street is struggling to live on
The other's safely at home
We will be one
One lives in the gutter
With dreams spilled on the floor
The other's in a castle
We will be one
The part that's on the street 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
I know you struggle to live on
We will be one
There are some left in the gutter
Who pick their dreams up from the floor
Some who won't give up on the world around us all
Our books taught us strength
We can change the world
Tyrants and fuck-ups will get what they deserve
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Writer(s): Mario Radetzky, Marcus Schwarzbach, Michael Dreilich
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