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 sandflats 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?