love Stand up, fight hard, throw your Molotov We're tired of having no say in this world where fascists rule Now we will show you, got a Molotov or
Translation: The Bruisers. Molotov.
right you think we're wrong? Well time will surely tell We'll never give in we'll keep on fighting Gonna shove you back down your well, your well Intimidation is you game But the Bruisers
Drinking a Familiar ale As I listen to a tale Of a friendship that was won and lost A long time ago Well I always got to roam, nowhere to call my home
you love Stand up, fight hard, throw your Molotov We're tired of having no say in this world where fascists rule Now we will show you, got a Molotov
There's six of them and only one of me My back's against the wall and only one good knee Well here they come and they're closing fast I better get if
These two boots of mine have brought me a long way Through rain and sunshine, Through badlands and better days Well I've seen a thousand faces, and I
