Rebels Sing

The story is about Chiapas and the Brazen Mohawk roar and all the love filled soldiers who who’ve lived and died for more
They’re the ones among the crowd that won’t back down the stories and legends that humble us all

For dreams of justice, brave romantics with amazing will of heart and purpose
They speak to us say, “own your fear”. The words of these warriors have rung in my ears for years

I fought the way it was but I’m not a hero I just stood up when no gambler would take those odds

Like tiny alpine flowers on a wasteland of battered soil all they need is the smallest piece of ground to live their lives
But those with too much have the only means to take it all. Who can face that challenge? Who can see what’s wrong?

Brasilia’s workers, Sandinistas, Peoples army ragtag rebels
Tiny Diggers, smaller chances will they be forgotten no I don’t think so

I fought the way it was but I’m not a hero I just stood up when no gambler would take those odds

Wolverine is not far away he’s in our hearts he’s on this stage
Wolverine is not make believe he can’t be held back he’s in a rage
We do what we do straight out of love and not for anything else and that’s why rebels sing