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