| Song | Stand Your Ground |
| Artist | Rancid |
| Album | Indestructible |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Armstrong, Frederiksen | |
| Hold your head up high,'cause tomorrow you may die,'cause no one's safe around here, | |
| No one's safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you're the last one in town. | |
| Someone that you trust turned out to be a tricker, | |
| Smoking cigarettes, getting stoned on liquor, | |
| Getting really dizzy, only getting sicker, | |
| Small problems now only seem bigger. | |
| America's a safe place, | |
| If you're gonna leave it, | |
| And the rhetoric is there, | |
| If you're gonna read it, | |
| And the hollow masses, | |
| The machines defeated, | |
| And the rich look down to arrive on the bleeding. | |
| Hold your head up high,'cause tomorrow you may die,'cause no one's safe around here, | |
| No one's safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you're the last one in town. | |
| Hardly enough, | |
| It gets tough when you're running, | |
| So you bust out the homeless, | |
| When they start coming, | |
| In LA, Broadway, it's wicked when they're watching, | |
| And your backup and your backup and your backup ain't working. | |
| There's no food, so you're spurred into action, | |
| Set up and go to no satisfaction, | |
| Ice and snow is the city passion, | |
| When you walk in the shadows, girl, there's no protection. | |
| Hold your head up high,'cause tomorrow you may die,'cause there's no one safe around here, | |
| No one's safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you're the last one in town.[SR talking:] | |
| OK, well,This is the city of | |
| Los Angeles, | |
| And it never sleeps, | |
| It may look like it, | |
| But it doesn't. | |
| It lives and breathes nocturnally, | |
| So when you've got no place to sleep at night, | |
| And you're all huddled up, | |
| And you're cold, | |
| Well, this song goes out to the city's forgotten. | |
| Hey, Tim, take us on home.... | |
| Underlying reason, well she can't keep it going, | |
| In the middle of the night,they found her frozen, | |
| And the Wal- | |
| Mart sign, | |
| Keeps on glowing, | |
| And the winds of change keep on blowing. | |
| Hold your head up high,'cause tomorrow you may die,'cause no one's safe around here, | |
| No one's safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you're the last one in town. |
| zuo ci : Armstrong, Frederiksen | |
| Hold your head up high,' cause tomorrow you may die,' cause no one' s safe around here, | |
| No one' s safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you' re the last one in town. | |
| Someone that you trust turned out to be a tricker, | |
| Smoking cigarettes, getting stoned on liquor, | |
| Getting really dizzy, only getting sicker, | |
| Small problems now only seem bigger. | |
| America' s a safe place, | |
| If you' re gonna leave it, | |
| And the rhetoric is there, | |
| If you' re gonna read it, | |
| And the hollow masses, | |
| The machines defeated, | |
| And the rich look down to arrive on the bleeding. | |
| Hold your head up high,' cause tomorrow you may die,' cause no one' s safe around here, | |
| No one' s safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you' re the last one in town. | |
| Hardly enough, | |
| It gets tough when you' re running, | |
| So you bust out the homeless, | |
| When they start coming, | |
| In LA, Broadway, it' s wicked when they' re watching, | |
| And your backup and your backup and your backup ain' t working. | |
| There' s no food, so you' re spurred into action, | |
| Set up and go to no satisfaction, | |
| Ice and snow is the city passion, | |
| When you walk in the shadows, girl, there' s no protection. | |
| Hold your head up high,' cause tomorrow you may die,' cause there' s no one safe around here, | |
| No one' s safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you' re the last one in town. SR talking: | |
| OK, well, This is the city of | |
| Los Angeles, | |
| And it never sleeps, | |
| It may look like it, | |
| But it doesn' t. | |
| It lives and breathes nocturnally, | |
| So when you' ve got no place to sleep at night, | |
| And you' re all huddled up, | |
| And you' re cold, | |
| Well, this song goes out to the city' s forgotten. | |
| Hey, Tim, take us on home.... | |
| Underlying reason, well she can' t keep it going, | |
| In the middle of the night, they found her frozen, | |
| And the Wal | |
| Mart sign, | |
| Keeps on glowing, | |
| And the winds of change keep on blowing. | |
| Hold your head up high,' cause tomorrow you may die,' cause no one' s safe around here, | |
| No one' s safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you' re the last one in town. |
| zuò cí : Armstrong, Frederiksen | |
| Hold your head up high,' cause tomorrow you may die,' cause no one' s safe around here, | |
| No one' s safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you' re the last one in town. | |
| Someone that you trust turned out to be a tricker, | |
| Smoking cigarettes, getting stoned on liquor, | |
| Getting really dizzy, only getting sicker, | |
| Small problems now only seem bigger. | |
| America' s a safe place, | |
| If you' re gonna leave it, | |
| And the rhetoric is there, | |
| If you' re gonna read it, | |
| And the hollow masses, | |
| The machines defeated, | |
| And the rich look down to arrive on the bleeding. | |
| Hold your head up high,' cause tomorrow you may die,' cause no one' s safe around here, | |
| No one' s safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you' re the last one in town. | |
| Hardly enough, | |
| It gets tough when you' re running, | |
| So you bust out the homeless, | |
| When they start coming, | |
| In LA, Broadway, it' s wicked when they' re watching, | |
| And your backup and your backup and your backup ain' t working. | |
| There' s no food, so you' re spurred into action, | |
| Set up and go to no satisfaction, | |
| Ice and snow is the city passion, | |
| When you walk in the shadows, girl, there' s no protection. | |
| Hold your head up high,' cause tomorrow you may die,' cause there' s no one safe around here, | |
| No one' s safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you' re the last one in town. SR talking: | |
| OK, well, This is the city of | |
| Los Angeles, | |
| And it never sleeps, | |
| It may look like it, | |
| But it doesn' t. | |
| It lives and breathes nocturnally, | |
| So when you' ve got no place to sleep at night, | |
| And you' re all huddled up, | |
| And you' re cold, | |
| Well, this song goes out to the city' s forgotten. | |
| Hey, Tim, take us on home.... | |
| Underlying reason, well she can' t keep it going, | |
| In the middle of the night, they found her frozen, | |
| And the Wal | |
| Mart sign, | |
| Keeps on glowing, | |
| And the winds of change keep on blowing. | |
| Hold your head up high,' cause tomorrow you may die,' cause no one' s safe around here, | |
| No one' s safe around here. | |
| Stand your ground, | |
| Til you' re the last one in town. |