Van Pelt 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!
