The Ones - The Grit

We are the ones you call uneducated, we´re jaded, ill-fated.

Take a look around cause we´re not separated, you hate it, we crave it.

Going the distance, with a show of resistance.

try and do an number, christ I´ll put you under.

We are the ones you said we´re going nowhere.

No hope there.

You said we don´t care.

Adjust your fucking mind cause we aint fucking dying.

Stop prying.

Stop crying.

On and on it goes.