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Bastards

Bastards

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Artist: Machine Head
Genre: Metal

Lyrics

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 'Cause fear and hatred won today, the darkness ate the light But both of you look in my eyes, it’ll be all right" In every step you take I’m with you all the way 'Cause 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 'Til 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, it’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 Second Amendment thugs Wall Street and the billionaires, convinced us they’re so smart Saying, vote with your wallets, 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 these 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 Oh, oh, oh 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 faggots, and your niggers, and your spit Give us all your Muslims, the so-called terrorists We'll welcome 'em 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, we’ll change

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