You walk around the old neighbourhood
But your heart’s not in it
Nonchalantly pointing out the coffee shop
You made your plans in
The jobs you have to do there

You walk around the new neighbourhood
But your heart’s not in it
To learn any more about this country
The apartment you have to live in
They decided that we didn’t fit the records that they hold
And we agreed to go

Following the hours ending
You know we have to leave the building
You know we have to leave all the doors unlocked
We know we will not be the last
We know that they have got a plan too

A car for us to drive in
A box for us to die in
A vote for us to write in
An app we all confide in
Making money is horrible
A rotten institution
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