Born in the trash — it’s the pain that I feel
You men with power — can’t you see that I’m real
You call yourself civilized — treat me like a slave
It feels like I carry — my own cross to the grave
You leave me no chance — to live my own life
You force me to live — my life by the knife
And up there you sit — you’ve locked up your doors
Chossin’ my fate — in the name of the law
I’m alive — but I’m not free
I might as well be dead
Life in the trash — beyond all compare
Life in the trash — hope’s not enough for me
You fight wars with words — and act so polite
But sill you decide — what is good and right
But don’t you forget — that time conquers all
Usurers die — and empires fall
I’m alive — but I’m not free
I might as well be dead
Life in the trash — it’s filthy ant mean
Life in the trash — only the strong survive.