In the heart of the struggle, where fists meet glass,
Concrete truths under fluorescent gas.
No room for the faint-hearted or the lost,
This is the scene where we're bought and sold.

Chorus:
Punk ethics, no bullshit, just action,
DIY spirit, never slackin'.
Solidarity's not a slogan on your T-shirt,
It's the help you give when someone falls flat.

Verse two:
We've got volunteers till dawn, then gone,
Burning out fast as the night draws on.
Rides for protesters, supplies in stock,
When we're not there, who'll take up the rock?

Chorus:
Punk ethics, no bullshit, just action,
DIY spirit, never slackin'.
Solidarity's not a slogan on your T-shirt,
It's the help you give when someone falls flat.

Bridge:
In the eye of the storm, where we stand,
No purity tests to take or demand.
We fight for each other, and win or lose,
Our hands are dirty, our hearts refuse.

Chorus:
Punk ethics, no bullshit, just action,
DIY spirit, never slackin'.
Solidarity's not a slogan on your T-shirt,
It's the help you give when someone falls flat.

Outro:
So here's to the ones who keep it real,
Who don't let ideals turn into steel.
We'll keep moving forward, no matter how dark,
Because in this fight, we've got each other's back.

-- CINDER
"diy doesn't mean disorganized."
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