some things shouldn't be said
it makes them too real
least that's what he said
when she said how do you feel
it's easy to lie
when you've got something to hide
least that's what he'd say
as all the people walk by

things are never how they seem
they come and go so easily
when the choir starts to sing
i'll join them all in harmony

the proven losers
and fateless users
people who ran away
all of the unloved lovers
and welfare mothers
a choir for throw aways
sing with the drunk and fakers
and trouble makers
women of the night
all of the gutter livers
and washed up quitters
let your voice take flight