Living Room

I guess you don't know my face
 my life is so far removed from this
 I guess you don't know my name
 My name is ...
 I see your piano like a coffin in your living room
 I see your kitchen and your gadgets and your fancy food
 I see you got yourself a brand new car, let's go for a ride
 I've very little to lose and almost nothing to hide...
 I want your house, I want your car,
 I want a life... a life with meaning!
 If I don't do it... who's gonna do it
 If I don't do it... who's gonna do it
 If I don't stand up for myself, who's going to do it?
 If I don't stand up for myself, who's going to do it?
 I've learnt to shoot
 My aim is straight
 My hand is firm
 It never hesitates...
 "...You're just a little boy lost who wants his mummy..."
 If I don't stand up for myself, tell me, who's going to do it?
 If I don't stand up for myself, who's going to do it?