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You wish you could hold her hand You wish you could be a man Well, I wish you could stand All by your lonesome on your own two feet I guess that's defeated, defeated
Well I wish you weren't babied dead And I wish you could be self-fed And we all wish to see you again But you're far away buried and defeated, defeated
Defeated, that's what you are Whatever happened to raising the bar Defeated, that's what you've allowed You've succombed and died to that miserable crowd Persecution, that's what we're meant for It's not just you, it's us all, we're at war Defeated, can't say I'm proud Defeated, don't cry too loud
You have up and shown me good What kind of man-boy never should Enter into war A few toy arrows and you're falling to the cold ground, defeated, defeated
Well you have asked for my pity And you have asked for my sympathy But all I have to say is I won't be defeated, defeated
So don't pity yourself the jeering and the leering Paul had much worse and so did Peter, dearie Fine, go ahead and take up your gold cross And march all around with your pity-eyed soul