There Are Two Types Of Men On Our Mother
Earth Some Have All The Luck Some Just Live In
Dirt There Are Several Types Of The Colour Of
The Skin But What's Crucial Is To Lose Or
Win You Feel So Alive Where The Eagles
Cry And You Feel So Strong On A Mountain
High But In Fact You Are At His Bottom Just
His Unattainable Top Seems To Be A Must
We Will Stay Down Down Where We Belong
And The Rain Keeps Knocking On Our Mother
Earth And The Snow Keeps Falling Is It Really
Worth To Live Through This Ache And To Die At
Last When You're Predestined And The Die Is
Cast Our Thoughts Are Fading In A Time That
Melts Our Flesh Is Fading As We've Always
Felt But We Kid Ourselves To Meet Heaven's
Feast To Rise Up To God And To Be Released
We Will Stay Down Down Where We Belong
You Belong To Us To The Human
Scrap Which Will Never Win And Succumbs In
Traps That Are Set By Others With
Deceitfulness And You Stumble Into With
Thankfulness No One Knows If We Are To
Survive The Storm But I Tell You Man You Are
Just A Worm Just A Little Error On A Hopeless
Crust You Are Sleazy Man And Your Limbs Will
Rust
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