Upon The Shoulders by Kitchenette

One of 'my' songs.

'We are the chosen rejects

Repress your smile, coz we've got things to say Politicians just don't get it

Get your lie straight, it's getting late

Let's break with this tradition

This pleasant feeling, this foot on my back

Portraits in the hall imitate no one

There's no house that I can call home

We keep on walking, keeping on

Feel the weight of our coats Upon the shoulders Although we don't know what we need

Punching clocks will not make us happy

We are the soldiers upon the shoulders'

We are the soldiers upon the shoulders