See the cracks upon the wall
We do not know the meaning of it all
Ain´t no fire to warm my feet
Ain´t got a nickel for a bit to ear
We´re not workin´, we´re not slavin´

Ain´t worth a brain, ´cause we´re not worth savin´
Second hand people, tall as a steeple
Softer then treacle, in a pond are we
Second hand people

Ain´t no mirror to comb my face
Just keep on going from place to place
Ain´t got no lights above my head
Don´t even bother to leave my bed
We´re not livin´ ,we´re existin´
We´re not movin´ ,just resistin´
Second hand people, tall as a steeple
Softer then treacle , in a pond are we
Second hand people , tall as a steeple
Softer then treacle ....