Your mommy, your daddy, God,
that’s all you got.
Hold onto them as long as you got,
through the pain, the ridicule, the drain.
For this world, you can stake everything,
but in the end, it’s just heartbreak,
just blisters from that proverbial cross,
cause going through that grinder’s your lot,
till every bit of you is chopped up, pushed out,
you misfit, miscreant, harlot.