We've got no home, we've got no faction
We don't even know who we are
We're just divergents from that awful norm
Gotta live, gotta build, gotta make it up!
We die upon your shores of freedom
Still you don't think we're pure enough
For all our dead and unborn children
You play your games and give us up
But we live this life just like anyone
We walk this earth just like everyone
The pain inside is a burning sun
We bear the cross now for everyone
We die upon... your shores of freedom
It's the obnoxious truth, the obnoxious truth