There’s a choice, a f**ing line drawn and a voice:
“Back off or bring it on a plate!”
A first cla** racket
Some f**ed 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 walls of 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 (Die free)
Carry on with tradition (Left right, left right)
Everybody (Stand up)
Assume the position (Stand down)
Get back in the line (Die free)
Carry on with tradition (Left right, left right)
Everybody (Stand up)
Assume the position (Stand down)
Get back in the line (Die free)
Carry on with tradition (Left right, left right)
Everybody (Stand up)
Assume the position (Stand down)
Get back in the line (Die free)
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