"Secret History" lyrics

They took all of your money didn't they?
They count the tired alms from the poor
They pissed on your dreams didn't they?
They wondered if you'd come back and give a little more

Make your mother proud, you've got to
Make your mother proud, you've got to

Sharpen those dead dreams
Pay them violently
Write them quietly
Secret history

Sold
The dream
For arms
And legs
To work
To eat
To sleep
Repeat

Sharpen those dead dreams
Pay them violently
Write them quietly
Secret history

Make your mother proud, you've got to

Sold
The dream
For arms
And legs
To piss
And shit
In homes
You rent

Make your mother proud, you've got to
Sharpen those dead dreams
You're on your own in a secret history

You're on your own in a secret history
On your own in a secret history