I got stabbed in the back by the few that I trust who had the same ideals as me,
Then I had to play the martyr, such a pitiful theme, and I took the fall for all to see.

'Cause when it came time to act, they all turned their backs and crossed their line of right,
Now I'm working even harder, trying to keep from being martyred, staying out of the public sight.

No, I won't back down,
No, no, I won't back down,
No.

Well, I'm an artist and a Christian - money doesn't motivate,
Still I'm pummeled by the powers that be,
Certain people shell it out, pious people twist and shout,
They point the finger at me.

No, I won't back down,
No, no, I won't back down,
No.

So I see them out there, waiting for me to take the fall,
But I found I'm sealed by a word,
But I won't back down from the truth I am bound,
No matter what is seen or heard.

Guitar.

No, I won't back down,
No, no, I won't back down,
No, no, I won't back down,
No, no, I won't back down.