We are the hated ones,
The ones you steal, the ones you kill.
We are the beaten ones,
The ones you spurn, the ones you burn.
We are the dirty ones,
The ones you trash, the ones you bash.
We are the broken ones,
The ones you crush, the ones you flush.
We are the tortured ones,
The ones you berate, the ones that you hate.
We are the menial ones,
The ones you destroy, the ones you annoy.
We are the ugly ones,
The ones you love to push and shove.
We are the nasty, evil, little people,
Hanging low beneath the steeple,
Swinging high above you evil,
Nasty, dirty, selfish people,
Nose so high in the air,
Our wretched death is everywhere,
And when you see the hated ones,
You’ll know that death has just begun.
We are the ugly, broken beings,
The ones you tie on ends of strings.
We are the puppets, soulless, sad,
We’re still the best you’ve ever had.