Look at us on the streets Arguing what shouldn't be Like a king and a saint You point in my face I spit in your way To shut you up But we get louder Do you see them looking at us? Rehearsing for the White Trash Theatre School Here comes Deborah She's such a diva With her new wheelchair And Kelly she comes From behind with scissors Trying to cut her hair Cops come in slow motion: "What's the commotion?" Adjusting their belts "We don't need help, We're just doing our lines And look at the crowd we just built." Do you see them looking at us? Do you see them looking at us? Do you see them looking at us? Rehearsing for the White Trash Theatre School Here comes Peter with his P.E.I. Dirt shirt Arriving late He butters their toast and makes teeth soup He understood it was their favourite Do you see them looking at us? Take a bow for the White Trash Theatre School