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 hollow men, who did not understand   That for centuries our forefather have fought and often died   To keep themselves unto themselves, to fight the rising tide   And 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 and 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.   Because the people then they understood what we have since forgot:   That a 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 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.   Because 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.