Livin' in a Graveyard

Livin’ in a graveyard,
And they say we have to move,
Is this really living?
My whole life I’ve been confused,

They say the dead must be visited,
By family, friends, and acquaintances,
Well I’ve watched them place down flowers,
Shed a tear and stay an hour,
While my family looks for food,
Ignoring people who are rude,
In the city that we roamed,
Now the graveyard is our home,
Yes the city lights shine bright,
On this cool Filipino night,
And the question fills my head:
Are we living or are we dead?

Livin’ in a graveyard,
And they say we have to move,
Is this really living?
My whole life I’ve been confused,

Respect to the dead,
Respect to the living,
Pretty words I’ve heard before,
But can they be true?
They come daily to our home,
Amongst stray dogs and dry bones,
As mother sells her body,
And father begs for money,
No I’ve never been to school,
You may say my life is cruel,
But one thing I know for certain,
A graveyard ain’t for the livin’,

Livin’ in a graveyard,
And they say we have to move,
Is this really living?
My whole life I’ve been confused,