There are two types of men on our Mother Earth:
Some have all the luck, some just live in dirt.
Here are several types of the colour of the skin.
But what's crucial is to lose or win.
You feel so alive where the eagles cry,
And you feel so strong on a mountain high,
But in fact you are at his bottom just,
His unattainable top seems to be a must.
We will stay down,
Down where we belong.
And the rain keeps knocking on our Mother Earth,
And the snow keeps falling, is it really worth
To live through this ache and to die at last,
When you're predestined and the die is cast?
Our thoughts are fading in a time that melts.
Our flesh is fading as we've always felt.
But we kid ourselves to meet heaven's feast,
To rise up to God and to be released.
We will stay down,
Down where we belong.
You belong to us to the human crap
Which will never win and succumbs in traps
That are set by others with deceitfulness
And you stumble into them with thankfulness
No one knows if we are to survive the storm
But I tell you man you are just a worm
Just a little error on a hopeless crust
You're sleazy man and your limbs will rust
We will stay down,
Down where we belong.