20 men in uniform lined up against a wall
For the true test of manhood in youth
Two of them are captains, undisputed for the crown
But there's still one place left up for grabs
When you think of all the lessons you learned
When it all seemed to go by so fast
Do you really think it matters who hurts
Or who always seemed to get picked last?
If you don't look good you're no good
Might as well accept the fact
That no one but you's got your back
They teach you all along it's what's inside
That counts for more
But who the fuck's keeping the score?