There comes a time in a young man’s life when he has to make a choice,
To stay at home and be afraid or leave the nest and fight,
To shut himself away for good or live a life of pride,
With a courage that will never fray, through storms and swelling tide,
So from craggy shore to broken sky and to all that came before,
We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!

With your fists held tight,
That they just might break,
Like the dawn that comes,
It’s not too late.

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Don't ever let them hold you down,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
From far and wide they'll hear us yell,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
‘We'll stand together and give ‘em hell’.
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)

It’s never quite enough you see to work until your old,
To live a life of sacrifice with nothing good to show,
For when it’s time to meet your end and look back on your life,
Did you stay within dotted lines or rise against and fight?
From the craggy shores to broken skies and to all that came before,
We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!

Hold your fists up tight,
You know It’s not too late.

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Don't ever let them hold you down,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
From far and wide they'll hear us yell,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
‘We'll stand, together, and give, them, hell’.

There’s a free house I know, down an old country road,
Where the liquor is cheap, and the firelight burns low,
The floors tell a story of blood, sweat and tears,
Where the feet of our fathers will ring on for years.

Hold your head high,
We'll do or we'll die!

Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Ooohhh Ooohhh)
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
The feet of our fathers will live on in blood, sweat and tears!
So fight the fight and stand strong!

In the wake of our elders, we'll find our own way,
And carry the torch as we fight through the fray,
With hearts unafraid, and our courage to spare,
We'll taste the good life, and we'll live without care.

So prove yourself tough, prove yourself brave,
Stand with your family and fight ‘til the grave,
In the face of adversity, battles and brawls,
Prove yourself worthy and bold to the core.

Hold your head high,
We'll do or we'll die!

Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
The feet of our fathers will live on in blood, sweat and tears!
So fight the fight and stand strong!

In that free house we know, down the old country road,
Where the liquor is cheap, and the embers burn low,
The floors tell a story of blood, sweat and tears,
Where our feet will continue to ring on for years.

So Prove yourself tough,
Prove yourself brave,
Prove yourself tough,
Prove yourself brave,
Fight the fight and stand up strong!

Every time you look my way,
I get a feeling there'll be hell to pay,
If I let you in, you're gonna let me down.
Your reputation leaves a lot to be desired,
You've got the devil in your eyes.

But when you come knocking,
There’s just no stopping my heart from letting you in,
I can't control it, and I hate that you know it,
You've really gotten under my skin,
Oh, I should ignore you, oh, I should see right through you,
But it’s like you've got me under your spell,
I need to turn around before you lead me down,
A one way street to hell.

When I think I'm doing fine,
You got a habit of crossing my mind,
Like a movie on repeat.
Everything about you tells me you're no good,
I need to walk away, oh, I know I should.

But when you come knocking,
There’s just no stopping my heart from letting you in,
I can't control it, and I hate that you know it,
You've really gotten under my skin,
Oh, I should ignore you, oh, I should see right through you,
But it’s like you've got me under your spell,
I need to turn around before you lead me down,
A one way street to hell.

You're gonna bring me down,
You're gonna bring me down.

BR:

Cobra Verde não me morde pra quem não tem curador,
nos braços de uma morena eu morro e não fica a dor

ENG:

Green snake don't bite me for those who don't have a healer,
in the arms of a brunette I die, there's no pain