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I was born in a place where dreams would go to rest Kids were raised and the grown ups aged and everything was at it's best But time ticked on and I got wiser, I learned how to find a liar Oh, it's not as hard as you think Open the newspaper baby, look at their faces Turn on the morning radio and listen to the phrases Don't be fooled by the "There's no I in team" malarkey They come first, you're not part of the richer party, yeah The government told you so you believe it, huh? Well they sold you the dream then, huh? Aw, you're living your life right now aren't ya? Brag it about it, please, it's okay to speak up A little louder for the front row But you'll never get the microphone They've convinced ya that you've got it all But it's their's not yours Coffin dodgers ruined all the future plans We wrote for all our goals and dreams they wiped it clean Now all we see is misery You vote for those who will not live to see their bad decisions And now we're all on a godforsaken rescue mission (Save us, nobody's coming) Letras de canciones If you fly on a private jet, you're a right dickhead and you got no friends I'm saying whilst we walk around and recycle our paper straws They burn their fuels and break their own laws They spit on people that were born to shine their armour If they don't see poverty it don't exist A phrase said by their fathers Raised to polish all that honour that they purchased Through dodgy deals and burning all their morals in the furnace A team feeds on the dream that you showed them A scheme with a pointed peak yeah you know them Sell it, sell it, sell it, go on, sell it, sell it, sell it Take the piss out of the poor close your business and forget it Coffin dodgers ruined all the future plans We wrote for all our goals and dreams they wiped it clean Now all we see is misery You vote for those who will not live to see their bad decisions And now we're all on a godforsaken rescue mission I thought growing up was stressing about the rent but look my news feed is guns and war climate change and death galore Won't house the homeless but pay to update old architecture Really? You cry for change then spend taxes on your holidays, okay It's okay, it's okay You think we'll sit around and all be quiet You think we'll say okay, we don't mind it You may have a title by your name But you got no soul we see more everyday You lie to kids in school, you think we'll play it cool You tell the doctors that their pay reflects the work they do Your time is running out, I know you hear us now We've been lying dormant but we're rising from the ground Coffin dodgers (The youth is gonna feel it) (The youth is gonna feel it) (The youth is gonna feel it) (The youth is gonna feel it) (The youth is gonna feel it) From Letras Mania