Well I was barely five foot six

One hundred and twenty pounds

My first punk rock festival

I lost my friends in the crowd

The smell of searing pavement and sour beer was on the breeze

The hot Montréal summer pushing 35 degrees

First band kills it

Crowd goes ape shit

Dehydration sets in, tunnel vision

Don't black out

Agro kids throw elbows when they slam dance gotta

Stand your ground

Don't just stand around

Walking on red plastic cups

Move toward the rising dust

Never fear, when you go down

They'll pick you up off of the ground

I'd jump into the chaos though it's not the safest bet

And wind up at the stage half soaked in other people's sweat

Dehydration sets in, tunnel vision

Don't black out

Agro kids throw elbows when they slam dance gotta

Stand your ground

Stand your ground

You've gotta stand your ground

Stand your ground

You can't just stand around

It's all going down

People crashing on my head like waves

I was sure that I would be crushed

Under the immense weight

Of this mass of humanity

Stand your ground

You've gotta stand your ground

Stand your ground

You just can't stand around