Libraries gave us power
Then work came made us free
What price now for a shallow piece of dignity?

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk

And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my pretty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came