Weґre the ugly people, the ones that wonґt be cloned We got too many defects, theyґll leave us alone Wherever thereґs masters, there will be slaves Nothingґs changed except the caves
Weґre the no good people, The ones that canґt afford To travel out of misery And to be blessed by your lord Weґre the so called people, or so it used to be If you aint got nothing, then you are nothing... not in this society