All this little things
All this little things that
All this little things that I used to know

They will never shot me down
They will never shot me down
Even if the circus comes to town
And the famine hits the ground

I won't live by their bread
I won't live by their bread

All this little tricks
All this little lies
All this little tricks that I used to know

They will never shot me down
They will never shot me down
Even if the circus comes to town
And the famine hits the ground

I won't live by their bread
I won't live by their bread

I won't live by their show
I won't live by their control
I won't live by their show
I won't live by their control

My bread is not from here
I don't belong this crowd
My bread is not from here
I don't belong to this crowd