We won’t do it
We won’t undo it
We’ll hold on to it
Send the army
Load the cannon
Fire the guns
You and I
Won’t go kneeling
In the fire
We’re still breathing
Bombs exploding
Walls crumbling
Hold on
Someone whispered
Message delivered
Get out
You and I
Won’t go kneeling
In the fire
We’re still breathing
We will fight
With cold from the ice
Rain from our eyes
Luck from the dice
Roll on
A marching band we don’t need
It’s our land we can seed
Hold on