Postcards From The Wasteland (Demo)

What you gonna say about me that I ain't already thought What you gonna try and sell me that I ain't already bought You wrap yourself up in my colors, ain't I the one you love to hate You reel me in just to run me over, I bend but I don't break Hey, hey I'm my father's son, I'm a son of a gun I won't back down I'm still standin', I'm still standin' I got my feet on the ground I'm still standin', I'm still standin' I ain't givin' in, figure it out I'm wild and I'm free, I'm stubborn and proud I'm raisin' these hands, gonna shout out loud I'm still standin' You know me, my hands are dirty; I ain't here to pound my chest You'd just as soon kill as kiss me, do your worst, bring out my best I ain't gonna fade for no one, I ain't gonna give an inch I push when the wind is blowin' Hey, hey I'm a song of a bitch, don't take no shit I won't back down I'm still standin', I'm still standin' I got my feet on the ground I'm still standin', I'm still standin' I ain't givin' in, figure it out I'm wild and I'm free, I'm stubborn and I'm proud I'm raisin' these hands, gonna shout out loud I'm still standing I wont' back down I'm still standin', I'm still standin' I got my feet on the ground I'm still standin', I'm still standin' I ain't givin' in, figure it out I'm wild and I'm free, I'm stubborn and I'm proud I'm raisin' these hands, gonna shout out loud Won't push me around Just look at me now I'm still standing