Stomp of Defiance

Got the red clay on my boots,

miles in the bone

Nobody paved this highway we call home (uh-huh)

Heavy in the chest,

yeah we pay the toll

But they can't put a lock on a free-born soul

Oh, we rise

through the heavy rain

Turning the mud into gold again

Hold it up high,

don't let it fade

Look at the beautiful mess we made

(yeah) We don't bow to the wind,

we don't break for the stone

Built a kingdom of scrap on an iron throne

(that's right)

Let the storm rattle loud on the tin-roof sheet

We still walk with the fire burning under our feet

We rise through the heavy rain

Turning the mud into gold again! (oh-oh-oh)