As a child I was bright but garbage poor
Struggling in the tip for a lifesaver
I’d go downtown to beg for my belly
Clean people would say, you don’t belong here,
Please don’t bother us again
I became a labourer, bricky, builder
Worked on a site fashioning secure homes
I asked the estate agent for a loan
to buy one, raise my son, please my woman
The agent said, go, you don’t belong here
Please don’t bother us again
I toiled to construct a perfect school,
Classrooms for the young, the bright and the good
I took my young son like a parent should,
to enroll, in clean clothes, so fine and so tall
The headmaster said, your kind don’t belong here,
Please don’t bother us again
I worked proudly to build an hospital
months in the sun didn’t break my spirit.
My son fell sick needed treatment urgently,
The doctor said as my son in agony died
without money or health-plan you don’t belong
Please don’t bother us again
Next it was god’s place I helped to commission,
Vaulted arches, buttresses, a true vision
When my wife died I spoke to the priest
Please have a service and a burial rite,
You’ve never worshipped here you don’t belong
Please don’t bother us again
In my solitude I took a job, to
build a prison for the evil to rot
I bought a gun, and the agent, headmaster,
doctor and priest I found and then I shot
The judge said, in this world you don’t belong
In prison you wont bother us again.