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