Strength In Numbers by Three Crowns Lyrics
Spit in the face of everything that you tried to tell me and to stand for what they believe
And I know there comes a time where we need to justify if matter is more valuable than life itself
Where do we draw the line? We’re starved to feed the riches. Look what we’ve left for the young. Where do we draw the line? Disgrace is no commodity. What is left for the young?
We can’t flee, we can’t run away. They will return, we have to stay. I will stand and fight for you, this is your life
We are strong in numbers. This is not goodbye. You hold your life in the palm of your own hand
We are strong in numbers, and I refuse to swallow lies or live my life on my knees
I will not fit a mold, I will reject all that I’m told. Life in my hands and I’m not letting go for anything short of death
Where do we draw the line? We’re starved to feed the riches. Look what we’ve left for the young. Where do we draw the line? Disgrace is no commodity. What is left for the young?
We are strong in numbers. This is not goodbye. You hold your life in the palm of your own hand
Spit in their face
And I know there comes a time where we need to justify if matter is more valuable than life itself
And I know there comes a time where we need to justify if matter is more valuable than life itself
Where do we draw the line? We’re starved to feed the riches. Look what we’ve left for the young. Where do we draw the line? Disgrace is no commodity. What is left for the young?
We can’t flee, we can’t run away. They will return, we have to stay. I will stand and fight for you, this is your life
We are strong in numbers. This is not goodbye. You hold your life in the palm of your own hand
We are strong in numbers, and I refuse to swallow lies or live my life on my knees
I will not fit a mold, I will reject all that I’m told. Life in my hands and I’m not letting go for anything short of death
Where do we draw the line? We’re starved to feed the riches. Look what we’ve left for the young. Where do we draw the line? Disgrace is no commodity. What is left for the young?
We are strong in numbers. This is not goodbye. You hold your life in the palm of your own hand
Spit in their face
And I know there comes a time where we need to justify if matter is more valuable than life itself