We are meat, we are spirit
We have blood and we have grace
We have a will and we have muscle
A soul and a face
Why must we die?

We have eyes and intuition
A DNA code and a name
Some tend to logic, some superstition
We have an aura and a frame
Why must we die?

We are human, we are angel
We have feet and wish for wings
We are carbon, we are ether
We are saints, we are kings
Why must we die?
Why must we die?

We are men of constant sorrow
We'll have trouble all our days
We never found our El Dorado
Where we were born

We are meat, we are spirit ...
We are men of constant sorrow ...