They said "Go away. There's no room in this place for your kind here."
So we ran off and thought, "Hell. Ain't no room in that place for our kind there
And ain't no of their kind in the room of our place here."
So we lived out beautifully made up lives together and no one was around to tell our story,
even long after we were gone.
There just wasn't any room for their kind around our place.
And we liked it that way.