It's a battle field like in a real war
A distant look, atrocious reality
Lives into the garbage and into the smell, faces
Sick and filthy beings waiting for the next garbage truck
Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there
The hope for better days that will not come
To survival is far from what happens out there
No future every day corned and bare feet
Entire wasted lives with the only objective
Of get something to eat, get a way to live
Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there
The hope for better days that will not come
In battle fields like in a real war
Cadging the rest of the rat's food
Living only to survive one more day
Sick and filthy beings
Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there
The hope for better days that will not come