Propagandhi - Head? Chest? Or Foot? lyrics

Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who gets to pull it. One leader. A thousand slaves. For every throne there's a thousand graves. You're all the same. Just part of their machine. Perpetuate their dream. They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls. They herd and brand the ma**es within painted prison walls. 'Til your freedom of a**embly becomes the missiles they create. Or just ma** delusion dancing to this music that you f**ing hate. But I'm not the same. I'm not part of your f**ing machine. I'll jeopardize their dream. I'd rather be imprisoned in a George Orwell-ian world Than your pacified society of happy boys and girls. I'd rather know my enemies and let you know the same. Whose windows to smash and whose tires to slash And where to point the f**ing blame. One future. Two choices. Oppose them or let them destroy us.