Garbage Fields

Garbage Fields

It's a battle field like in a real war
A distant look, atrocious reality
Lives into the garbage and into the smell, faces
Sick and filthy beings waiting for the next garbage truck

Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there
The hope for better days that will not come

To survival is far from what happens out there
No future every day corned and bare feet
Entire wasted lives with the only objective
Of get something to eat, get a way to live

Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there
The hope for better days that will not come

In battle fields like in a real war
Cadging the rest of the rat's food
Living only to survive one more day
Sick and filthy beings

Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there
The hope for better days that will not come