On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now away from me,
So hurriedly. my reason must allow,
For I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, hell lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.
Of course ;-)
There is just enough Christ in me
To make me feel almost guilty
Is that why God made us breed
To make us see we're Humans Being
You break this, I'll break all that
You break my balls with all your crap
Spread your disease like lemmings breeding
That's what makes us Humans Being
Shine on, Shine on
Shine on, Shine on
Some low life flat head scum infects
The sickness in his eyes reflects
You wonder why your life is screaming
Wonder why your Humans Being
Humans. Humans Being
We're just Humans, Humans Being
That's what makes us
Humans Being........
