The Measure Of A Man

I've been marching in the streets Getting weak in my knees
So many toxins in the air It's no wonder we can't breathe

If you stand for revolution Better be ready to fall
Will you be there To answer on the call?

The measure of a man ain't in how tall he stands
But how he gets on up again

They were fighting for the rights to work in the mines
Without having the thought it'd be their last time

Grinding your teeth working to the bones
A painted picket sign sayin I want my bread and rose

The measure of a man ain't in inches or feet
But how his shoulders bare his defeat

Killing off the old way no more Kings and queens
Maybe having leaders ain't a good thing

Chiming of a church bell let freedom ring
Catch em on the other side of the Guillotine

The measure of a man ain't in class or rank
But all the sacrifices he's willing to make

Tied up in corruption fueled by the state
Taking you away, locked up in a cage

You better stand up for something I heard you once say
We stand against the fascists, against all the hate

The measure of a man is nothing but a choice
When he fights to give the broken down a voice