Assets - Death Is Not Glamorous

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