Dirt Ball

Captain: Galecto Inspector, do you read me?





Galecto: Yes Captain.





Captain: Status?





Galecto: Completed.





Captain: Your mission was to land on the dirt ball and explore it thoroughly.


You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the dirt ball and study


people's lifestyles; their general habits of living in their strange society.





Galecto: Yes.





Captain: Have you done that Galecto Inspector:





Galecto: Yes I have Captain.





Captain: Very well, may we have your report?





Galecto:


A strange place this dirt ball is


A lot of guns a lot of rich folk spittin' on bums


A lot of hoodlums.


These are just the bums that are really pissed off





Captain: Why?





Galecto: Probably cuz they've been ripped off


By the system.





Captain: Oh.





Galecto:


Cops


They ride around in little cars


And throw folk behind bars


Like little jars


They're supposed to be there just to serve and protect


But they just punch faces a lot, and choke necks


Then they got the higher ups they call judges


And they rule the land


This I don't understand


First of all they like to dress this bitch up in a robe


On top of all that





Captain: What?





Galecto: He's mad old.





Captain: Oh.





Galecto:


And he hates anybody that lives different than he did


Back when he was a kid


But that shit was like 400 years ago


Captain





Captain: Yes Galecto





Galecto: I just don't know


Any kid that was going to jail





Captain: Yeah...





Galecto: He'd look me dead in the face and say "stale"


Then my cloaking device must've went dead





Captain: Why?





Galecto: Cuz that old ass judge looked at me and said...





Chorus:


This is our world, this is our world, this our world


So get the fuck out





This is our world, this is our world, this is our world