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
But no.  This is nothing.  No.  This is nothing.