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?