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