Word for word for word forward They're just fucking words Say have you heard Goodbye Jimmy, farewell youth I must be on my way I have had enough of you I was a young man proud and true Just a simple boy with nothing else to lose Years that I've wasted

Stand for somethin' Come back, come back, babe Gotta fight for somethin' Gotta make the place Take the truth (take the) Get through Brotha man, young man Let me tell you somethin' Told him help me please

Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight And now we see the light We gonna stand up for our rights Come on brothers, get up, stand up You, preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth You a duppy and you don't know

But you don't know how Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone No no no no But you'll come out alright (Yeah) I know it seems there's no end in sight (Yeah) But it doesn't mean you can't put up a fight Sometimes I feel like a motherless child It's that

You with your switchblade posse I'll get my guns from the south We'll take to the yard like a cock fight For kicks, who's struttin' now? Huff men don't take no nonsense He's here to rectify He's got his black belt buckle And the red mans fire in his eyes

When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon) Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon) Pick a fight at an airport bar Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon One, two, three, four Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the morning

Three hammers high, Force and the fire Three hammers high For the world re-unites Fight for our lives! As we hold up the three hammers high in the burning red sky Protectors of Mankind Raise your swords, sound the final war cry

Cause you shoulda seen the size of the guy's we've been fightin' But momma always taught us never to tell a lie Every girl we were with never cost any money And we drank more tequila than any man alive Looking back, they're better than they used to be

He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing

Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back Take my fucking hand And never be afraid again We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand