Stand your ground Don’t let the bastards grind you down Be bold, be strange Don’t let their fears make you afraid 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

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 I'll stand my ground The strands of memories spread like webs of cold Along my skin I feel the frost taking its hold Burning up, my