THERE'S A BREEZE THAT'S BLOWIN' IN FROM THE LAND
INSTEAD OF SALT AIR ALL WE BREATHE IN IS SAND
CRIPPLED THE CLOUD THAT ONCE BROUGHT THE RAIN
GOOD JOB NOW WE'LL NEVER SEE OUR COASTS AGAIN

BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US
US OF LESSER GODS
WON'T EAT TILL WE'RE HUNGRY
WON'T DRINK TILL WE'RE PARCHED
BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US
WHO FORGET WHERE WE'RE FROM
CREATE NOW THIS HELL WHERE NO DEVIL COULD SPAWN
TAKE ME BACK, TAKE ME BACK
TO THE WAY LIFE USED TO BE

A WHISPER'S NOW SAYINWHAT WORDS USED TO SPEAK
STARVE MUST THE CHILD, HUNGRY SEX ON TV
FOR NO ACT OF CONTRITION
WILL PARDON THE SOUL
THE DAMAGE NOW GLISTENS
SEE HOW IT GLOWS

BUT THOSE OF US, THOSE OF US
US OF LESSER GODS