We are the starving
Give us your scraps
We wait at the table
For the crumbs of your pleasure
For the crumbs of the good life
We are the vagrants
Following blindly
Looking for comfort in death
We are fed by failure
And starved by success
We live behind your silver screens
We die in your alleys
We are the working class
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