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