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?

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