Who are the ones that slip and slide through life,
Moving like the waves in a sink,
People, always need a minute or two to think.

Who says they´re not going to Hell,
Climbing the stairway to you know where,
People, Oh! so happy until they scare.

Who always has got to talk about somebody else,
Born as a God, they think that´s got to be
People, simply just another you and me.