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<