We say we're not like them,

A generation ago.

We came on the same ships, we were hidden below.

We came seeking protection,

Away from the strife.

Away from the struggles and the hardships of life.

I'm not an incomer

My parents were ghosts

Sir I was born here,

So where would I go?

There's ghosts on the motorway.

The world is on fire.

There's ghosts on the sand flats as the water gets higher and higher.

There's ghosts in the brothels.

Behind thick stony walls

There's ghosts and their children in prison food halls.

I'm not an incomer, my parents were ghosts.

Sir I was born here so where would I go?

I'm not an incomer, my parents were ghosts.

Sir I was born here so where would I go?

I'm not an incomer, my parents were ghosts.

Sir I was born here so where would I go?