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
