Once an honest man could go from sunrise to its set Without encountering agents of his state or government But a sorry cloud of tyranny has fallen across the land Brought on by the hollow men who did not understand That for centuries our forefathers have fought and often died To keep themselves unto themselves, to fight the rising tide That if in the smallest battles we surrender to the state We enter in a darkness whence we never shall escape When they raise their hands up, our lives to possess To know our souls, to drag us down, we'll resist Watt Tyler led the people in 1381 To meet the king at Smithfield to issue this demand That Winchester's should be the only law across the land The law of old King Alfred's time of free and honest men 'Cause the people then, they understood what we have since forgot That the government will only work for its own benefit And I'd rather stand up naked against the elements alone Than give the hollow men the right to enter in my home When they raise their hands up, our lives to possess To know our souls, to drag us down, we'll resist Stand up, sons of liberty, and fight for what you own Stand up, sons of liberty, and fight, fight for your homes Stand up, sons of liberty, and fight for what you own Stand up, sons of liberty, and fight, fight for your homes Stand up, sons of liberty, and fight for what you own Stand up, sons of liberty, and fight, fight for your homes Stand up, sons of liberty, and fight for what you own Stand up, sons of liberty, and fight, fight for your homes So if ever a man should ask you for your business or your name Tell him to go and fuck himself, tell his friends to do the same 'Cause a man who'd trade his liberty for a safe and dreamless sleep Doesn't deserve the both of them and neither shall he keep