I wonder if there's dreamers on the streets of Tripoli 
Fighting for freedom, a better place to be 
I wonder if there's a young man not far off the same as me
Wielding his ideas for others to see

There's a roof on my head
And I'm well fed
And the sun tomorrow I'm likely to see           
So spare a thought for the people of Tripoli
For their dreams are far from ... I sing

Controlled by a man we've all known and seen before
Killing on his doorstep as the [bad word] down his doors
Poisoning his people with words spun from the west    
He's giving them arms to fight while in his past head down he rests

There's a roof on my head
And I'm well fed
And the sun tomorrow I'm likely to see
So spare a thought for the people of Tripoli
For their dreams are far from ...  I sing

The disaster's on the news as the battle rages on
Limbs are pulled from [bad word] and all I can do is look on
Before I stop my day, before I'm back in ...
I ask could we do more if we didn't ...

Well they're sending ships and planes and a no-fly zone is arranged
As the government plays Risk once again
And I wonder if there's dreamers on the streets of Tripoli
Fighting for their freedom, a better place to be

There's a roof on my head
And I'm well fed
And the sun tomorrow I'm likely to see
So spare a thought for the people of Tripoli
For their dreams are far from ... I sing

There's a roof on my head
And I'm well fed
And the sun tomorrow I'm likely to see
So spare a thought should daily passes you by
And the little things get you down
Oh the little things pass you by
And the little things feel like a thorn
In your sight

I wonder if there's dreamers on the streets of Tripoli 
Fighting for freedom, a better place to be 
I wonder if there's a young man not far off the same as me
Wielding his ideas I wonder if he'll live to see