The Wrong Class by Maison Neuve Lyrics

We are living in the streets
In our beautiful outfits
Mom and dad born overseas
You can guess it from our skins
We are part of the wrong class
And sometimes we live too fast
Mom and dad born overseas
You can tell it from the skin

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

My dad came to build your house
Losing his life on building sites
And now he's walking down my street
A bit confused by modern times

My mummy is a silent wife
But I can tell you she's so nice
And we are living on the streets
In my beautiful outfit
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

And when I see your well-fed face
I wanna hit it 'til it breaks
You can swallow your dandy ways
The game is tough, the game is real
You'll be the witness of my haunts
And somehow this is not your chance
You'll be the witness of my pain
We are just links in a big chain

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah