Rankers & Rotters

We’re the ones with the dirty fingernails
Crawling to the surface though we’re destined to fail
We’re the ones screaming right through the pauses
Unfamiliar faces with the unsexy causes
And they’re right, we’re second rate, but not alone, ooh-oh
With sunspots in our eyes, our shoes are filled with stones
They’re running scared, afraid of what we’ll say, ooh-oh
But damn the «make or break"-ers cause this one’s for the ones who stay
The ones who stay
We’re the ones with the dirty fingernails
Crawling to the surface though we’re destined to fail
We’re the ones screaming right through the pauses
Unfamiliar faces with the unsexy causes
And they’re right, we’re second rate, but not alone, ooh-oh
With sunspots in our eyes, our shoes are filled with stones
They’re running scared, afraid of what we’ll say, ooh-oh
But damn the «make or break"-ers cause this one’s for the ones who stay
The ones who stay
We won’t back down
(Battered but proud)