Side street in a busy city
Sits a boy with no shoes on
Never seen the sea or mountains
With a cracked old bucket and a dirty brush
He says:
Excuse me can I wash your window
I turn away with hasty eyes
My mother gone my father nameless
His whole life is but survival
Fighting for dignity
The coins you have will take him through the night
We are all the product
Of a broken system
We are all survivors
Of a broken system
Beside me in the morning traffic
Sits a man in suit and tie
He obviously climbed the ladder
It must be high from there up top
He says:
Excuse me can I tell you something
I'll give you all the things I own
For just one day of knowing freedom
His wife is a total stranger
No kids or family
The coins he has won't take him through the night
We are all the product
Of a broken system
We are all survivors
Of a broken system
A staircase behind secured fencing
Stands a politician with a rehearsed smile
Probably never been a leader
His schooling is the system of power and lies
He says:
Believe me I will save this country
The people fill the streets with protest signs
He laughs at their fear and anger
Their poverty will take him through the night
We are all the product
Of a broken system
We are all survivors
Of a broken system
We are all the product
Of a broken system
We are all survivors
Of a broken system
We are all the product
Of a broken system
We are all survivors
Of a broken system
