In the land of dirt and plaster lays{lies} an army of a thousand nowhere kids.
Losing ground and falling faster into a life that no one shoud have to live.

                [CHORUS]
We are the people that you hate
We are the bastards or fuckers{unreleased version}that you created
A generation with no place
A generation of all your sons and your daughters

Behind the fake family image
Behind the smile of a thousand Moms and dads
And what did you expect?
A perfect child
Raised by TV sets
Abanded every mile
We never get respect
never a fair trial
No one gives a shit
As long as we smile Smile Smiiiiile

CHORUS
We are the people that you hate
The fucking Bastards or Motherfuckers That you created
LAST CHORUS TWO TIMES.