Text: Death Is Not Glamorous. Wide Eyes. Assets.

We've got strong bones and thick skin, encasing hearts full of
hope. Minds to fight with, stronger than any fist. Good friends,
good times, and wide smiles - we've got that PMA. Think
you can take this away? Think you can rain on this parade?
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 more 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