I’m not satisfied 
with my position and my place, 
if you can’t decide 
then don’t waste that space.

I’m going home 
just like a rolling stone – 
a pariah amongst my peers, 
open your ears,

it’s only your fear 
that keeps you down here, 
open your ears.

We’re dissatisfied 
with our position and our place, 
ya keep beating us down, 
a red queen arms race.

We’d all like a home, 
we’d all like a floor, 
but the rich will piss 
upon the corpse of the poor.

They make us pariahs 
amongst our peers, 
open your ears. 
Mobilise.