Yesterday I told my sons, "Sometimes the bad guys win." And that it made me scared about the world that we live in But I had to reassure them that it wouldnât be for long
Sons we have to be ourselves We have to be strong
I said, âBoys you are the future, so let this be a lesson There may come a day you have to fight off their aggression Cause fear and hatred won today, the darkness ate the light," But both of you look in my eyes, âitâll be all right.â
In every step you take Iâm with you all the way Cause I would die for you And do whatâs right for you In hopes that when Iâm gone Youâll carry on
These words I wrote for you
ÂŽTil then⊠Iâll sing
Stand your ground Donât let the bastards grind you down Be bold, be strange Donât let their fears make you afraid Thereâs hope, theyâll change
Well I looked out to the world today, thought âWhat a bloody mess!â They stripped our morals from us, put âem under house arrest "Libertyâ and âcountryâ are the words they need to speak A little âGodâ, a little âfreedomâ, if we donât agree weâre weak
And every politician stood there idle and so smug Empowering the racists and Second Amendment thugs Wall Street and the billionaires, convinced us theyâre so smart Screaming, âVote with your wallets, instead of with your hearts!â
But we wonÂŽt go away! You wonât forget our name! The pussy generation, the PC and the brave The protesters that slink along these streets of misery
And so⊠Iâll sing
Stand your ground
Donât let the bastards grind you down Be bold, be strange Donât let their fears make you afraid Thereâs hope, weâll change WeÂŽll change WeÂŽll change
No, no, no, no, no We say, "No, no, no, no, no. Fuck no!" No, no, no, no, no. Fuck no!
So give us all your f*****s, all your n*****s, and your sp**s Give us all your Muslims, the so-called terrorists WeÂŽll welcome ÂŽem with open arms and put ÂŽem in our mix WeÂŽre better off together now, embrace our difference
Remember there is love! Our words can stop their guns Forget the rednecks Living in the past WeÂŽre never going back now, weÂŽve reached critical mass!
And so⊠Iâll sing
Stand my ground Wonât let the bastards grind me down Iâm bold, Iâm strange Wonât let their fears make me afraid Thereâs hope, theyâll change
Non Non Non Non Non Nous disons: "Non, non, non, non, non. Non non Non Non Non. Putain non ! Non, non, non, non, non. Non non Non Non Non. Putain non !