[Verse 1 — Gritty, rhythmic lead vocal] A thousand boots are pounding on the floor, The kind of crowd they warn you to avoid. A stranger hits the ground beneath the roar, And every fist comes down to fill the void. The circle breaks, a hundred hands reach in, The ones who pushed are first to pull him through. Nobody asks him where the hell he’s been, Or what he did to earn a hand from you. [Pre-Chorus 1 — Building intensity] Outside, they preach that everybody’s on their own, Step over broken people like they’re stepping over stone. But in a room they swear is nothing but a violent mess, We learned that being human means you never leave one less. [Chorus — Explosive punk vocals, gang shouts] [Gang Shout] IF SOMEBODY FALLS, YOU PICK THEM UP! That’s the first damn rule, and it should be enough. You don’t ask their name, you don’t measure their worth, You just get another heartbeat standing on this earth. Make a little room when somebody can’t breathe, Guard the ones who stumble, give the wounded space to leave. If we can learn compassion with our elbows and our fists, [Gang Shout] WHAT THE FUCK’S YOUR EXCUSE FOR A WORLD LIKE THIS? [Verse 2 — Urgent, biting delivery] A man lies freezing on the concrete street, While empty buildings stand against the cold. A mother gives her children all they’ll eat, Then says she’s full, a lie she’s learned to hold. Society built a world where falling is a crime, Then wonders why there’s nobody to trust. We tell the poor to get back up and climb, While grinding every ladder into dust. [Pre-Chorus 2 — Rising intensity] Inside the pit, the strongest make a space, And pull the fallen back into their place. Outside, we ask what mercy ought to cost, And turn our backs on everyone we count as lost. They call us reckless, violent, and depraved, While stepping over people they could save. If chaos knows that no one gets left behind, What does that say about the civilized? [Bridge — Shouted call-and-response] [Lead] If they hit the ground, [Gang] PICK THEM UP! [Lead] If they’re going hungry, [Gang] GIVE A FUCK! [Lead] If they can’t find shelter, [Gang] LET THEM IN! [Lead] If the world knocks them down, [Gang] HELP THEM AGAIN! [Lead] If somebody’s struggling, [Gang] CLEAR THE FLOOR! [Lead] If they need a way out, [Gang] OPEN THE DOOR! [Lead] If somebody’s smaller, [Gang] GIVE THEM SPACE! [Lead] If they’re knocked to their knees, [Gang] HELP THEM FIND THEIR PLACE! [Final Chorus — Full intensity, layered gang vocals] [Gang Shout] IF SOMEBODY FALLS, YOU PICK THEM UP! That’s the first damn rule, and it should be enough. You don’t ask their name, you don’t measure their worth, You just get another heartbeat standing on this earth. Make a little room when somebody can’t breathe, Guard the ones who stumble, give them space to leave. If we can learn compassion with our elbows and our fists, [Full Gang Shout] WHAT THE FUCK’S YOUR EXCUSE FOR A WORLD LIKE THIS? [Outro — Entire crowd shouting] THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD’S A MOSH PIT! SO PICK EACH OTHER UP! [Hard stop]
