Everyone round here has got their own story Over time the details will become all hazy You believe it one way The facts say that it’s different Draw the line and keep on moving It’s the only way we’ll get out of here We’ve not come from nowhere Days and nights feel slower I just need a helping hand From the losing end I gambled my silver On dreams of dirt and dust yeah I just need a helping hand From the losing end I'm so tired of breathing through this paper bag now The chain around my chest just keeps on getting tighter I don’t want your pity All for social show yeah Just for you to keep on wearing your crown Everyone can see it’s made of cheaper plastic We’ve not come from nowhere Days and nights feel slower I just need a helping hand From the losing end I’ve not seen the light of day since you came into view yeah You took me from being done to climbing up to safety