If you're tired and cold
With no hand to hold
If you sleep on cement
Tortured by your lament
If you've been beaten and stepped on
And yet, you still kept on
If you continue to pray
While your sky's turning grey
And you face these dark days
In an intoxicated haze
If you're filled with despair
Humiliated, stripped bare
Then join in with me,
And throw your fist in the air