(words & music by: Hubert McCormack)
Pushed into a corner and hidden,
for your own comfort they say.
They'd prefer if we were forbidden,
then we would not be in the way.
Chorus (between each verse):
A Race Space, don't put me in a place
A Race Space, where I can't see your face x 2
Isolated areas and special zones
Are we supposed to be glad.
One reason, no crushed or broken bones.
We should be grateful, and not be mad.
But what is the point, why is it so.
When there isn't really a need.
Individual spaces with no ghetto,
like all - we are the same breed.
Many buffers say ok but not in my back yard,
So what are pavees supposed to do.
With few amenities on sites life can be very hard,
Ethnic minorities are people too.
Nothing special, just uniform status
is what we would all like to hold.
Without bother or commotion or without fuss.
Unhindered - a choice, not told.
Chorus x 2