They see us
And judge us
They place us
Down with filth

They treat us
like lepers
Afraid of
our Disease

(post verse)
Can they beat us? (NO!)
(can we be b-tin? NO!)

They're to blame
For his pain
He'll die in vain
if They don't pay


They'll take from
You your pride
And leave you
An empty shell

To them you're
An animal
Something less
Than Human


(piano break and solo)

You Want their
Nothing more
Than Lapdogs

You'll Betray
Your brothers
Simply Now
A Puppet


They're to blame
For our shame
Stripped away
our Pride and life
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