Some live their lives in concrete Some live their lives in comfort Some land, others fall Some poor souls, they are just... Spat out Expelled Let go Spat out I wasn't born pretty I wasn't born rich Everything I've got I've had to fight for it Spat out Expelled Let go Spat out into this wretched world This wretched world This wretched world Demonized as an underclass Seen as an inconvenience Pitiful, twisted lumps of flesh Swept aside by progress And patronized when restless And hope? Hope is a fairy tale We tell ourselves Spat out Expelled Let go Spat out into this wretched world This wretched world This wretched world