Their thoughts are the same   Is their poverty just a game   They hardly eat and hardly sleep   They don't listen, they don't speak   When I see them out on the street   They're never moving up on their feet   They don't all fit in this scene   Which goes on like a bad nights dream   They hardly eat and hardly sleep   They don't listen, they don't speak   United Suicide Legion   There thoughts are the same   In their hunger they all complain   Soldiers and Civilians   Men who make millions   The scene played on as I walked by   They made a rope, on which to die   The final card has been laid   The natural selection has been made   When I see them out on the street   They are never moving up on their feet   They don't all fit in this scene   Which goes on like a bad nights dream   Bad nights dream   Bad nights dream   Suicide dream   Bad nights dream   United Suicide Legion