We´re the ugly people, the ones that won´t be cloned
We got too many defects, they´ll leave us alone
Wherever there´s masters, there will be slaves
Nothing´s changed except the caves
We´re the no good people, The ones that can´t afford
To travel out of misery And to be blessed by your lord
We´re the so called people, or so it used to be
If you aint got nothing, then you are nothing... not in this society