Well I was barely five foot six
One hundred and twenty pounds
My first punk rock festival
I lost my friends in the crowd
The smell of searing pavement and sour beer was on the breeze
The hot Montréal summer pushing 35 degrees
First band kills it
Crowd goes ape shit
Dehydration sets in, tunnel vision
Don't black out
Agro kids throw elbows when they slam dance gotta
Stand your ground
Don't just stand around
Walking on red plastic cups
Move toward the rising dust
Never fear, when you go down
They'll pick you up off of the ground
I'd jump into the chaos though it's not the safest bet
And wind up at the stage half soaked in other people's sweat
Dehydration sets in, tunnel vision
Don't black out
Agro kids throw elbows when they slam dance gotta
Stand your ground
Stand your ground
You've gotta stand your ground
Stand your ground
You can't just stand around
It's all going down
People crashing on my head like waves
I was sure that I would be crushed
Under the immense weight
Of this mass of humanity
Stand your ground
You've gotta stand your ground
Stand your ground
You just can't stand around
