Our Bread کے بول

All this little things All this little things that All this little things that I used to know They will never shot me down They will never shot me down Even if the circus comes to town And the famine hits the ground I won't live by their bread I won't live by their bread All this little tricks All this little lies All this little tricks that I used to know They will never shot me down They will never shot me down Even if the circus comes to town And the famine hits the ground I won't live by their bread I won't live by their bread I won't live by their show I won't live by their control I won't live by their show I won't live by their control My bread is not from here I don’t belong this crowd My bread is not from here I don’t belong to this crowd