Stand By - Dance Hall Crashers

Make sure they don’t conflict with mine in any way

Make them sound good

Remember the laws that apply

I gave you a buck, it’s my right to decide

Pretend your life is squeaky-clean

Pure as the virgin, you think your daughter is

She laughs in your face

As you bring your speech to a close

But she’s doing it under your nose

I don’t care who you wanna pray to

If it makes you happy, then go ahead

But you claim I’m wrong, what gives you the right

Just stick to your own life

You used to wear your pretty clothes

Now that the scruff is in, you’re left what you used to know

But here come your rules

The fashion police are in

And suddenly your politics are changing again

Idolize and criticize

Push them in the right direction to paradise

Praise them with guilt

Distinguish the weak from the strong

But knowing that we end up the same in the long run

I don’t care who you wanna pray to

If it makes you happy, then go ahead

But you claim I’m wrong, what gives you the right

Just stick to your own life

The position you have may be lost…

The position you have may be lost…

The position you have may be lost…

The position you have may be lost…

The position you have may be lost…

The position you have may be lost…

The position you have may be lost

I don’t care who you wanna pray to

If it makes you happy, then go ahead

But you claim I’m wrong, what gives you the right

Just stick to your own life

Well, I don’t care who you wanna pray to

If it makes you happy, then go ahead

But you claim I’m wrong, what gives you the right

Just stick to your own life