She said, "Ain't this some congregation?   Ain't this some kind of crowd?"   Spit in the eye of creation   So educated and powers      Their plans are outrageous   And the tales are so tall   The conversation's contagious   But their talk is so small      Sidewalks and the streets   Are overflowing with dread   Every night down here   Is night of the living dead      You don't belong here   You know it's true   Oh, you look all wrong here   Don't know how to act or do   But you know sometimes I think   I don't belong here too      Walking down the fire   It's like shedding your skin   And throw your clothes out the window   Oh, face the person within      It's like dying in public   It's like learning to fly   Leaving the world behind you   It's like being born thrice      You're probably right, all right   But this is my home   What kind of home is that   Living on long death row?      You don't belong here   You're just passing through   Oh, you look around here   Man, you're just not that cruel      You don't belong here   You should know it's true   Oh, you don't belong here   You don't know how to act or do   But you know sometimes I think   You will be leaving soon      She thought that he was a king of the world   But he was walking 'round in rags   She told him who the king of the world really was   She told, told him to pack his bags      It was a Saturday night   It was the end of our worlds   It was a fantastic fight   Oh, was impressing the girls      We was impressing the Russians   Even impressed the Chinese   We had 'em running for cover   We had 'em down on their knees      Broke the code   And surround the building at dawn   But they had disappeared mysteriously   Meanwhile the war rages on      You don't belong here   Yes, you know it's true   Oh, you won't last long here   Man, you're just not that cruel      Oh, you don't belong here   You should know it's true   Oh, you don't belong here   Man, you're just not that cruel