A slow guitar doesn't begin to play,
Enter the loser--clad in his shame,
Self imposed like a flashlight shadow,
Riding the yellow brick of the classroom wall,
Hear him speak but don't hear those words,
See his face but don't understand those eyes,
Ignore the pleas-- his expressionless shouts,
Your daily life means more than one heart,
Don't forget to pass up his spark for life,
And laugh and lie and build him a new world,
Deprive him without justice, without cause,
Make humiliation his staton,
Make sure he remembers you made him,
When he surpasses you all,
Then take a long look before you go,
There's no more time for him,
And he walks out those doors,
Exit the loser, your future shame.