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