Bastards

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 wouldn’t be for long. Sons we have to be ourselves, we have to be strong. I said “boys you are the future, so let this be a lesson. There may come a day you have to fight off their aggression”. Because fear and hatred won today, the darkness ate the light. But both you look in my eyes, it’ll be alright. In every step you take I'm with you all the way. Because I would die for you, to do what’s right for you. In hopes that when I’m gone you’ll carry on these words I wrote for you. Till then I’ll sing... Stand your ground, don’t let the bastards grind you down. Be bold, be strange, don’t let their fears make you afraid. There’s hope they’ll change. Well I looked out to the world today, thought "what a bloody mess!” They stripped our morals from us, put 'em under house arrest. And "liberty" and "country" are the words they need to speak. A little “God,” a little “freedom,” if we don’t agree, we're weak. And every politician stood there idle and so smug, empowering the racists, and 2nd Amendment thugs. Wall St. and the billionaires, convinced us they’re so smart. Saying “vote with your wallet, instead of with your hearts!” But we won’t go away, you won’t forget our name! The pussy generation, the PC and the brave. The protesters that slink along the streets of misery. And so I’ll sing... Stand your ground, don’t let the bastards grind you down. Be bold, be strange, don’t let their fears make you afraid. There’s hope they’ll change. We’ll change, change. No, no, no, no, no, fuck no! No, no, no, no, no, fuck no... So give us all your faggots, and your niggers, and your spics. Give us all your Muslims, your so-called terrorists. We’ll welcome them with open arms, and put ‘em in our mix. We’re better off together now, embrace our difference. Remember there is love, our words can stop their guns. Forget the rednecks living in the past. We’re never going back now, we've reached critical mass. And so I’ll sing... Stand my ground, won’t let the bastards grind me down. I’m bold, I’m strange, won’t let their fears make me afraid. There’s hope they’ll change.