We´ve got strong bones and thick skin, encasing hearts full of hope. Minds to fight with, stronger than any fist. Good friend, good times and wide smiles - we got that fucking PMA! Think you can take this away? Think you can rain on this parad? Think again, we´ll keep right on marching, playing hard, keep screaming, we´ll keep moving, we´re not giving in. We may not be rich, but we´ve got mare than most, and we`re more than content with "discontent". Bonds,like iron chains, tested in fire and fights, they don´t break - and we won´t let them. We keep them oiled, they won´t wear down, and you won´t ever wear us down.