Garbage Fields It's a battle field like in a real war A distant look, atrocious reality Lives into the garbage and into the smell, faces Sick and filthy beings waiting for the next garbage truck Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there The hope for better days that will not come To survival is far from what happens out there No future every day corned and bare feet Entire wasted lives with the only objective Of get something to eat, get a way to live Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there The hope for better days that will not come In battle fields like in a real war Cadging the rest of the rat's food Living only to survive one more day Sick and filthy beings Garbage fields, the fight to survival ends there The hope for better days that will not come