good bye child you were born an american though you ll never see its shores again your formula was traded for a case knocked down at noon but i ll remember you as i kick aside the lychee pits as they drag their feet and never cease to stare as i carefully place my steps watching kittens and phlegm on my way up to the landsey we are the psychos pathetic the quitters the all time loser we are the rejects the low class the unclean the unkempt we are the cretins uncivilized millions second rate human beings we are the heathens we are the heathens though the origins change they all pass through hester street we all have i would not have put my money on this horse but it won anyhow and sent its competitors into shock yield to the mongol hordes flee from the celtic lore set sail for the foamy shores because the heathens have won again the heathens have won again the heathens have won again we are the psychos pathetic the quitters the all time losers we are the rejects the low class the unclean the unkempt we are the cretins uncivilized millions second rate human beings we are the heathens we are the heathens grab your spears and head for the hills the heathens have won again 