There's a choice, a fucking line drawn

And a voice, back off or bring it on

A place, a first class racket

Some fucked up hair and a black leather jacket

(Yes sir! No sir!) you heard me right

Are you gonna?

(Yes sir! No sir!) that ain't no life

Are you gonna die on your feet or live on your knees?

Are you gonna die on your feet or beg and say please?

Are you gonna become the cure or stay the disease?

Are you gonna die on your feet or live on your knees?

There's a time to answer the question

A rhyme from another dimension

A life filled with deception

Built on some lies in the worst of intentions

(Yes sir! No sir!) you heard me right

Are you gonna?

(Yes sir! No sir!) that ain't no life

Are you gonna die on your feet or live on your knees?

Are you gonna die on your feet or beg and say please?

Are you gonna become the cure or stay the disease?

Are you gonna die on your feet or live on your knees?

Everybody (stand up)

Assume the position (stand down)

Get back in the line (don't think)

Carry on with tradition (left right, left right)

Everybody (stand up)

Assume the position (stand down)

Get back in the line (don't think)

Carry on with tradition (left right, left right)

Everybody (stand up)

Assume the position (stand down)

Get back in the line (don't think)

Carry on with tradition (left right, left right)

Everybody (stand up)

Assume the position (stand down)

Get back in the line (don't think)

Carry on with tradition (left right, left right)

Are you gonna die on your feet or live on your knees?

Are you gonna die on your feet or beg and say please?

Are you gonna become the cure or stay the disease?

Are you gonna die on your feet or live on your knees?