We leave the city, quarter to eight we're on the floor
Cut through the buzzing people who breathe around us
Throw out the poses, I've seen us everywhere we go
The myth is broken, we are like everyone we know
People are just people
Who need animals and a nice place to live
People are just people
Who need animals and a nice place to live
The sane are sleeping while cla**es war for upperground
They regain senses to find the dead among them
We love the skin deep, peel back and pay for extra glow
Make pretty faces, we are like everyone we know
People are just people
Who need animals and a nice place to live
People are just people
Who need animals and a nice place to live
People are just people
Who need animals and a nice place to live
People are just people
Who need animals and a nice place to live
People are just people
People are just people
People are just people
People are just people