That was my cup that you smashed
  my yesterday drained away
  admit that you wouldn't like
  to live inside me today
  
  great expectations we had
  what hopes burned in our eyes
  but your sun illuminates
  the dead pan, where our dream fries
  
  the rosy clouds rush away,
  replaced with a growing rage
  the hand of promise takes the pen
  and writes nothing, on every page
  
  why do they all stare at me
  as if i came from the moon ?
  i'll sing to myself 'it'll be alright',
  a foolish song, without a tune
  
  i see no land
  i see no end
  there's no way out or in
  frustration fans
  the burning bands
  i want my home again
  
  you best hang on to your crash
  here let me help with the sack
  our matchmaking went badly wrong
  i'd ask for my money back
  
  you'll compromise me to death,
  i'll bow and bleat like a sheep
  so narrow minded is the bed
  we lay in, but never sleep
  
  warm welcome for the foreigners
  an arsonists bouquet of flames
  i know it's not a love match,
  but please try to play a friendly game
  
  come let's gather up the stars
  we'll share the gems, we'll share the task
  i'd let you drink from all my dreams
  and so much more, if you'd just ask
  
  he is not a beast of burden
  animal to work your farm
  don't hang him up, to bleed him dry
  don't snap his back or twist his arm
  
  you know that i'm your mirror self
  and just like you i cry, i break
  so if hell's kitchen we must work
  together, is how we'll bake
  
  i see no land
  i see no end
  there's no way out or in
  frustration fans
  the burning bands
  i feel bought and used, then binned
  
  i ask the way out from the faces
  disguised by masks of ice
  but no one, no one lends a hand
  i need respect to keep me living not a politician's porridge
  i feel alone and robbed who stole my land?
  
  that was my cup that you smashed
  my yesterday drained away
  give me a crumb of your tomorrow, give me a home
  give today give me a home where i can lay