The Bastards

As the city sleeps at night I consider all our blight As the city smiles with glee We suffer silently Oh no I don't know where to go Oh no Tell me something I don't know Tell me bout the times you Second guess your life It happens at night right Tell me bout the times You thought you wont survive There goes my life I wont go to the show Oh no Tell us something we don't know And you cant tell me that you're living right And happy with the spite You can't tell me that your mind's made up I won't spill my cup Please don't let go take our hand I want you to comprehend It gets better ignore their nouns Don't let the bastards get you down It gets better ignore their nouns It gets better ignore their frowns It gets better ignore their nouns Don't let the bastards get you down Don't let the bastards Don't let the bastards get you down Don't let the bastards Don't let the bastards Go get the bastards I'm gonna go kick all their asses Go get the bastards I'm gonna go kick all their asses