all alone in this cold world
where the air is free
but what good is breathing
when you work for a roof

give me a gun and call me a soldier
the enemy circles our people
here is your gun you're one of us soldier
you'll do now whatever is needed

I'll let it slide but not for you
I have better things to do
than cause a row on big or small
tall enough our little wall

Poker Stars
you drive fast cars
from dirty jars of money
Mr Green

what I wouldn't do
to hear your voice again
to listen to you rant
about what living sends

Covid-19 doesn't affect me
my work is mainly laptop
I can do a bit at home

I cried when I was small
lucky there were people
who stood and stand by me

one goes one way
one another
when turnings come
tearing brothers

one up one up on the neighbours
one up one up on a foe
one up one up on the competition
‘til above drags you way down below