I know my cause is hopeless
I know there is no winning this thing
I know I should pack my things and leave
And see what kindness the world brings

I am out gunned and over taxed,
Out maneuvered and out matched
I am out of luck, destitute and ******.
But I can still fight. I can do that much.

No one sends flesh and blood to fight by my side
I think they all wish I would just lay down and die

What the **** can I do?
When they are the head and I am the shoe.

I will fight,  I will fight
I will fight... until I die.

Because even the smallest dog
Fights when backed into a corner.