Sure we had a reputation For being weak and rude And I guess there ain't no saying What's the truth We used to rather mind our business And take care of it too Still we like to keep to ourselves now How 'bout you? Sing a song for a mad ol' country No place like home Just a song for this mad ol' towa The north will rise again! It's rising! So we liked to drink our whiskey For a forth sight in a row And go raisin' hell down south What a real bloody horrorshow And yes, we take a lot of pride, man In what we are and what we do At least we have integrity, son How 'bout you? It's rising: Can you hear it honey? Now for all ye unbelievers Just let the truth be knows You can take a an out of here, girl But never above It's rising!