Little bit of grit, bit of heart. Little bit of grit, bit of dirt. Little bit of grit, bit of spine. Little bit of grit, bit of soil. I'm not one to preach. But the world is messed up, the land is sick. Is it dark enough to see the stars yet? I would not be king. Step forward those with a little bit of Grit, bit of spine, who will not bow down. Who won't tarnish with the touch of power. Who will not bow down. I'm not one to preach, But a hundred men with half the world's wealth is a sickness. Is it dark enough to see the stars yet?