I have learned to close my eyes to all that I can't reconcile
I have learned to turn my back on anyone who cramps my style
I could be satisfied chasing a good time but something tells me the suffering has just begun
Maybe I want to be the silent type
I know what's happening but why should I stand up?

A man was drowning in a river
Said, "Won't somebody lend a hand?"
Nobody did though
I guess they figured he'd only fall back in again
And all the heroes threw down their white hats claiming they'd been underpaid
And 'round the corner there comes a brass band
It's the cynics on parade
If you've had enough of playing "Follow the leader"
It's time to come up with some new kind of game
I'm on the outside anyhow
I can see from here so why should I stand up?

A fellow could get hurt doing something foolish, doing something rash
I once overheard some villain say, that he who fights and runs away, lives to fight, lives to fight, lives to fight another day

Is there nothing in this world to fight for?
Is there nothing in this world to change?
Is there nothing in this world that matters?
Is there no reason to take a stand?
What about justice?
What about freedom?
What about peace and dignity?
What about respect?
What about compassion?
What about a little thing called love?
How about mercy?
How about kindness?
How about blue skies and clean air?
How about the jaguar?
How about the buffalo?
How about the buffalo?
How about the buffalo?
A million years old and drunk at the moment, I'm a million years old and drunk as I might be
Look what I found lying in the basement, a bottle of wine called "Why should I stand up?"