Fists in the Air

[Intro]
[claps and stomps start
Voices rising]
Raise your glass
Raise your voice
We remember
We’ve a choice
[Verse 1]
They said hush now
Keep your head down
Sign the paper
Trust the crown
But our grandmothers
Learned a harder prayer
Hold your ground
Meet their stare
[Chorus]
Fists in the air
We’re not going quiet
Hearts like drums
You can’t deny it
Hand in hand
We’re drawing the line
We stand up
We stand up this time
[Verse 2]
Old Mick’s laughing
With a blackened eye
Got it marching
But he’s standing high
Says
“I’ll take bruises
Over being owned”
Every footprint
Claims this road
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[breakdown – just stomps
Claps
Vocals]
Left foot
Right foot
Feel the floor shake
One loud promise that they can’t take
Name by name
We call each other near
[gang vocals] We’ve got courage
Louder than fear
[Chorus]

folk, Rowdy Irish folk session in a packed pub, female vocals leading a call-and-response chant. Bright fiddle reels over driving bodhrán, stomps and claps locked on the offbeats. Verses spit quick storytelling with penny whistle fills; chorus explodes with gang vocals, pint-glass hits, and a soaring harmony line. Energy stays high and punchy, with a brief breakdown to just voices and percussion before the final shout-along., female vocals, irish folk