«Bastards» es el tercer adelanto del noveno disco de Machine Head. “Catharsis” será publicado el 26 de enero de 2018 a través de Nuclear Blast.
Tercer tema que podemos escuchar del disco, y cada uno suena en un estilo completamente diferente, como ya adelanto el líder de la banda Robb Flynn. En está ocasión el tono es algo totalmente inexplorado por Machine Head, sonidos country y folk para irónicamente tratar el racismo acuciante en Estados Unidos.
«Bastards»
Yesterday I told my sons «sometimes the bad guys win»
And that it made me scared about the world that we live in
But I had to reassure them that it wouldn’t be for long
Sons we have to be ourselves
We have to be strong
I said “boys you are the future, so let this be a lesson
There may come a day you have to fight off their aggression”
Cause fear and hatred won today, the darkness ate the light
But both you look in my eyes, it’ll be alright
In every step you take
I’m with you all the way
Cause I would die for you
To do what’s right for you
In hopes that when I’m gone
You’ll carry on these words I wrote for you
Till then…
I’ll sing
Stand your ground
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Be bold, be strange
Don’t let their fears make you afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
Well I looked out to the world today, thought «what a bloody mess!”
They stripped our morals from us, put ‘em under house arrest
And «liberty» and «country» are the words they need to speak
A little “god,” a little “freedom,” if we don’t agree, we’re weak
And every politician stood there idle and so smug
Empowering the racists and 2nd Amendment thugs
Wall St. and the billionaires, convinced us they’re so smart
Saying “vote with your wallet, instead of with your hearts!”
But we won’t go away!
You won’t forget our name!
The pussy generation, the PC and the brave
The protesters that slink along the streets of misery
And so…
I’ll sing
Stand your ground
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Be bold, be strange
Don’t let their fears make you afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
We’ll change
Change
No, no, no, no, no (FUCK NO!)
No, no, no, no, no (FUCK NO!)
No, no, no, no, no (FUCK NO!)
So give us all your faggots, all your niggas, and your spics
Give us all your Muslims, your so-called terrorists
We’ll welcome them with open arms, and put ‘em in our mix
We’re better off together now, embrace our difference
Remember there is love!
Our words can stop their guns
Forget the rednecks
Living in the past
We’re never going back now, we’ve reached critical mass
And so…
I’ll sing
Stand my ground
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
I’m bold, I’m strange
Won’t let their fears make me afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
