To all the given ups, the special needs crew
To all those who were told "we didn't need you"
To all the people who are eating all alone,
You know something fucked that kid up good
To all those who wake up at dawn,
Underpayed and then shit upon
To all my friends who never had a chance
To those who closed their eyes,
Thinking they'd be better offfor now
To those who felt that the gods kept them from getting out,
This town

To spite as a reason
To clothes out of season
To those stuck in caskets as nails hammer in
Just keep screaming outI'm still not dead

To the ugly ones with the bad teeth,
Staring at the pretty people that they can't meet
Staring at the magazines on the endcaps,
That fuck your head up good
To all those buried in the ground,
God knows I wish you were around,
To laugh and cuss about what's going down
To those who stand watching the last bus as it drives awayagain
Those those who see that by not playing and not giving inthey win

To have no good reason,
To no cuts and lesions
And to the confusion of our enemies
Just keep screaming outI'm still not dead
Don't bury me yet