On a morning in November you were blinded by the sun In your place that makes you feel so safe from everyone You're totally oblivious to world poverty Not affected by the millions that you don't see And so we toast to opportunity and talk about the weather Although we never look each other in the eye We are paranoid and out of step with every word that we just said We all sound fucking crazy and no one can lie down in their own bed And so we live under the garden where we can hide And not smell the dregs of earth Beneath the sun of the same planet, inherit wealth, inherit dirt