We Are the Heathens

Good-bye child, you were born in america though you'll never see its shores again your formula was traded for a case knocked down at noon but i'll remember you as i kick aside the lychee pits as they drag their feet and never cease to stare as i carefully place my steps, avoiding kittens and phlegm on my way up to the landsey We are the psychos, the quitters, the all-time loser we are the low-class, the unclean, the unkempt we are the cretins, uncivilized millions, second-rate human beings we are the heathens! we are the heathens! Those the origins change, they all pass through Hester Street... we all have. i would not have put my money on this horse, but it won anyway, and sent its competitors into shock yield to the Mongol hordes, flee from the Celtic lore set sail for the foamy shores because the Heathens have won again the Heathens have won again The Heathens Have Won Again! We are the psychos, the quitters, the all-time losers we are the low-class, the unclean, the unkempt we are the cretins, uncivilized millions second-rate human beings we are the heathens we are the heathens! Grab your spears and head for the hills! the heathens have won again!