All right people. The rest of the hard working all star Blues Brothers are gonna be out here in a minute, including my little brother Jake. But right now, I'd like to talk a little bit about this tune you're hearing. This is of course the Green Onions tune. It was a very big hit in the early sixties in this country. And of course it was composed and recorded in Memphis, Tennessee,Rright here in the United States Of America. You know, people, I believe that this tune can be acquainted With the great classical music around the world. Now you go to Germany, You've got your Bach, your Beethoven, your Brahms... Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell, Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller, And your Booker T & The MG's, people. Another example of the great contributions in music and culture That this country has made around the world. And as you look around the world today You see this country spurned. You see backs turned on this country. Well people, I'm gonna tell you something, This continent, North America, is the stronghold! This is where we're gonna make our stand in this decade! Yeah, people, I've got something to say to the State Department. I say Take that archaic Monroe Doctrine, And that Marshall Plan that says we're supposed to police force the world, and throw 'em out! Let's stay home for the next ten years people! Right here in North America and enjoy the music and culture that is ours. Yeah, I got one more thing to say. I'm just talking about the music, people, and what it does to me. And that is, as you look around the world, You go to the Soviet Union or Great Britain or France, You name it, any country... Everybody is doing flips and twists Just to get into a genuine pair of American blue jeans! And to hear this music and we got it all here in America, The land of the Chrysler 440 cubic inch engine!

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Yesterday I told my sons Sometimes the bad guys win And that it made me scared about the world that we live in But I had to reassure them that it wouldn't be for long Sons we have to be ourselves We have to be strong I said, Boys you are the future, so let this be a lesson There may come a day you have to fight off their aggression Cause fear and hatred won today, the darkness ate the light But both of you look in my eyes, it'll be all right In every step you take I'm with you all the way Cause I would die for you And do what's right for you In hopes that when I'm gone You'll carry on These words I wrote for you 'Til then... I'll sing Stand your ground Don't let the bastards grind you down Be bold, be strange Don't let their fears make you afraid There's hope They'll change Well I looked out to the world today, thought What a bloody mess! They stripped our morals from us, put 'em under house arrest Liberty and country are the words they need to speak A little God, a little freedom, if we don't agree we're weak And every politician stood there idle and so smug Empowering the racists and Second Amendment thugs Wall Street and the billionaires, convinced us they're so smart Screaming, Vote with your wallets, instead of with your hearts! But we won't go away! You won't forget our name! The pussy generation, the PC and the brave The protesters that slink along these streets of misery And so... I'll sing Stand your ground Don't let the bastards grind you down Be bold, be strange Don't let their fears make you afraid There's hope, we'll change We'll change We'll change No, no, no, no, no We say, No, no, no, no, no Fuck no! No, no, no, no, no Fuck no! So give us all your fuckers, all your niggas, and your spits Give us all your Muslims, the so-called terrorists We'll welcome 'em with open arms and put 'em in our mix We're better off together now, embrace our difference Remember there is love! Our words can stop their guns Forget the rednecks Living in the past We're never going back now, we've reached critical mass! And so... I'll sing Stand my ground Won't let the bastards grind me down I'm bold, I'm strange Won't let their fears make me afraid There's hope, they'll change

This is a conquest Hitting faces, metal through your bones Fitting favours, now i'm lying here in my own blood Follow me into the darkness Let me be your guide Falling in a hole with a gun in your hand The City is burning in the night Gimme your racing heart It's feeling like a ticking bomb Fitting favours, now i'm lying here in my own blood Welcome to my sick world It's getting rough Blood flows in the darkness They don't care, give up Feeling like a maggot I will try to stand the ground Living through the day Dying has never been so much fun Are you ready Get the fuck up Becoming nasty Cause the good boys are dying first We are standing in the neon lights Listen to the traitors words Welcome to my sick world It's getting rough Blood flows in the darkness They don't care, give up Feeling like a maggot I will try to stand the ground Living through the day Dying has never been so much fun Do you wanna join the party Raise your fucking fist Do you wanna join the party Common common common Welcome to my sick world It's getting rough Blood flows in the darkness They don't care, give up Feeling like a maggot I will try to stand the ground Living through the day Dying has never been so much fun