Song Description

About that "Big Beautiful (ugly) Bill"... TIme for action!

Lyrics

"Who's Gonna Stand?"
Written and Composed by Yves Stilmant ©2025

[Verse 1]
Mama lost her meds this morning -- they shut the county clinic down
Said the budget couldn't hold it, now we're broke in every town
Cut the food stamps, closed the shelters, told the vets to "carry on"
But they're sleeping under bridges in the country they fought on

[Verse 2]
Uncle Joe ain't got no pension -- they gutted what he worked for years
Now he's choosing rent or groceries, while the fat cats toast with cheers
They say freedom's just a number, but they ain't seen our streets at night
Where the kids go cold and hungry 'cause they voted out their rights

[Pre-Chorus]
They hide behind their power ties
While we're left out and tossed aside

[Chorus]
Who's gonna stand when the lights go out?
When the jobs are gone and hope runs out?
They sold us lies in a marble hall
Now we're the ones who take the fall
But come November, mark my hand --
You better know just where I stand

[Verse 3]
They say law and order matters, but they cage up families still
Even folks with legal papers feel the cold end of their will
They call it "keeping borders," but it's cruelty in disguise
And the Statue's crying tears they ain't man enough to recognize

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't tell me this is how we heal
When the poor get hurt so the rich can steal

[Chorus]
Who's gonna stand when the lights go out?
When the ER's closed and you're full of doubt?
When a child can't breathe and there's no care left
And the nurse is gone from your last breath
They'll blame the weak, like they always planned --
But we remember when we vote again

[Bridge]
You can tear down every lifeline
You can steal what folks rely on
But we were raised to fight for right
And we ain't scared to turn that light on

[Final Chorus - key lift, power push]
So who's gonna stand when they break the truth?
When they burn our bridges and shame our youth?
We've seen the game, we know their names
This time around, we'll fan the flames
'Cause freedom don't come secondhand
It lives and dies by where we stand

[Outro - spoken or sung with grit]
So mark the day and raise your voice...
We ain't done, and we still got a choice.