Were we brought here by the Lord? They said, "No dear, our Lord left us before, there's no Lord here." Then what will we put in our name? And how are we stood in our name? "Stood? Well, are we not good?" And I say, no Sir, we're good, But where we belong, we were not born here. I'd sit in the sand at the foot of the day, Letting a fly play on my legs 'Til they told me, "No," and they shooed him away. "We're forced into a maggoting corpse!" So lay your tools down, Because we're already tourists in our own town. "And we'll only be tourists in our own town, here!" So let's go back to the lands we worked with our own hands, So what if they know there were bones here! "Then what will we put in our name? And how are we stood in our name?" Then what will we put in our name? And how are we stood in our name?