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

With sunspots in our eyes, our shoes are filled with stones

They're running scared, afraid of what we'll say

But damn the "make or break"ers cause this one's for the ones that stay

We won't back down, battered but proud