We Are the Heathens - The Van Pelt

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!