There Are Two Types Of Men On Our Mother Earth

Some Have All The Luck

Some Just Live In Dirt

Here 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

We Will Stay Down

Down Where We Belong