Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bastards, artist - Machine Head. Album song Catharsis, in the genre Date of issue: 25.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nuclear Blast Entertainment
Song language: English
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» |
| Cause 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 |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| We 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!) |
| No, no, no, no, no (FUCK NO!) |
| So give us all your faggots, and your niggas, 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 |