We are not your kind of people You seem kind of phony Everything's a lie We are not your kind of people Something in your makeup Don't see eye to eye We are not your kind of people Don't want to be like you Ever in our lives We are not your kind of people We find when you start talking There's nothing but white noise Aaahh aahh aaahhh aahh Aaahh aahh aaahhh aahh Running around trying to fit in Wanting to be loved It doesn't take much For someone to shut you down When you built a shell Built an army on your mind You can't sit still And you don't like hanging round the crowd They don't understand You dropped by as I was sleeping You came by to see the whole commotion And when I woke, I started laughing The joke's on me for not believing We are not your kind of people Speak a different language We see through your lies We are not your kind of people Won't be cast as demons Creatures you despise We are extraordinary people We are extraordinary people We are extraordinary people We are extraordinary people

What kind of people live in these houses? What kind of sad dad Scratches in this crash-pad? T-shirts or blouses? Torn jeans or trousers? What kind of people live in these houses? T-shirts or blouses? Torn jeans or proper trousers? They vote the way they vote They don't know how to change Because their parents did the same And where will they be Ten years from today? Bed-sitter, bed-wetter? Or penthouse go-getter? What carpet-chewer Lights up this sewer? And which rough trade strangers Flail around these chambers? And what dented gent Bends over in this tent? They sleep with who they sleep with Only because they are afraid to taste change And where will they be Ten years from today? Dogface in a duplex? Boisterous in cloisters? Grabbing in a cabin Or squatting on your quarters, oh Sat home and folksy Smelling in their dwelling They look at television thinking it's their window to the world They look at television thinking it's their window to the world That's got to hurt Who cares what people live in these houses?