The story is about Chiapas and the Brazen Mohawk roar
and all the love filled soldiers who've lived and died for more
They're the ones among the crowd that won't back down
The stories and legends that humble us all
For dreams of justice, brave romantics
with amazing will of heart and purpose
They speak to us, own your fear
The words of these warriors have rung in my ears for years
I fought the way it was but I'm not a hero
I just stood up when no gambler would take those odds
I fought the way it was but I'm not a hero
I just stood up when no gambler would take those odds
Like tiny alpine flowers on a wasteland of battered soil
All they need is the smallest piece of ground to live their lives
But those with too much have the only means to take it all
Who can face that challenge? Who can see what's wrong
Brasilia's workers, Sandinistas, Peoples army, ragtag rebels
Tiny Diggers, smaller chances
Will they be forgotten? I don't think so
I fought the way it was, but I'm not a hero
I just stood up when no gambler would take those odds
I fought the way it was, but I'm not a hero
I just stood up when no gambler would take those odds
Wolverine is not far away he's in our hearts he's on this stage
Wolverine is not make believe, he can't be held back
He's in a rage
We do what we do straight out of love
and not for anything else, and that's why rebels sing
Woah, woah
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