Stand Up! We saw the cracks in the wall, Plans painfully aware. Our feet on the floor, Like we knew they were there. We said, “Keep it still.” But then they said, “Move.” We put both hands out, Still, the terms shook our groove. [Pre-Chorus] You can't lock every door, You can't turn on a dime, You can't change all the rules, You can't define what's mine. We won't follow your creed, We won't fold, we won't flinch. We'll resist all your greed, We'll make you fight for every inch. Stand Up, Stand Up, When the world starts to bend. Stand Up, Stand Up, We can’t stop what comes in. Hold the frame, fight the game, Let it shake, watch it change, Stand Up, Stand Up, We will stand through the rain. (Stand Up!) Stand Up! My eyes are up here. … Correct. Poor choice. Back to the boots. Black leather, big zipper, knee-high scandal, Whole front row needs someone to handle The emotional cost of a sole this thick— Watch six grown adults lose language. Click. That was the zipper. Please remain calm. Someone in the back just proposed to my calf. You came for the music? Oh, that’s cute. Now put your hands up for the other boot. Stop. Yes. There are two. THE OTHER BOOT?! DAS BOOT! Stomp once—act foolish. DAS BOOT! So rude. So shoelicious. Left boot: gorgeous. Right boot: ALSO. Turn to the side— THE CROWD NEEDS A MOMENT. DAS BOOT! Big sole. Bad manners. DAS BOOT! Someone’s making bangers. Hands in the air if you came for the tunes— Now point at the reason you forgot them, you goons. If you think we'll just conform, You don't know us so well. We may weather the storm, I guess only time will tell. You try to tell us you mean well, You try to cut us down to size. If we have to, we will rebel, If we have to, we will arise. You can't pull all the strings, You can't claim what we bring, You can't twist how we sing, You can't change everything. We won't let you take control, We won't break, we won't bend. We've been down this road before, We'll see just how it ends. Stand Up, Stand Up, When the world starts to bend. Stand Up, Stand Up, We can’t stop what comes in. Hold the frame, fight the game, Let it shake, watch it change, Stand Up, Stand Up, We will stand through the rain. (Stand Up!) Stand Up! My boots got booked for a solo show. I asked, “Can I come?” They said, “We’ll let you know.” Got a tiny little rider and a dressing-room suite: Two velvet cushions. No unauthorized feet. My left boot’s trending. My right boot’s smug. Somebody mailed them a “World’s Best Boot” mug. I carry these divas from gig to gig— They take all the credit. I’m the transport rig. But look at that stitching. Look at that shine. Fuck it. I get it. The pleasure is mine. You want an encore? You want something sick? I’m crossing my ankles. Call a fucking medic. DAS BOOT! Stomp once—act foolish. DAS BOOT! So rude. So shoelicious. Left boot: gorgeous. Right boot: ALSO. Turn to the side— THE CROWD NEEDS A MOMENT. DAS BOOT! Make room. Make way. DAS BOOT! They’ve got a matinee. Lovely song, but we know the truth: YOU CAME FOR SEARI— YOU STAYED FOR THE BOOTS! You’ve been a beautiful audience. The boots are very touched. No, you cannot have their number. … They’ll give you their size.
