They come from downtown Glory,
North of Shame And Sorrow Bay,
Where some stay.
A short drive east will show you,
Their big buildings don't intimidate me,
I'm not afraid to bleed...

Oh! Give it to me straight!
I'm thrown away.

My chances have all run out,
I'm stationary, stagnant, and stained, 
Unless they say.
And if I fail I'll show you,
Their big buildings discriminate me,
I'm not afraid to scream...

Oh! Give it to me straight!
I'm thrown away.