There's a choice, a fucking line drawnAnd a voice, back off or bring it onA place, a first class racketSome fucked up hair and a black leather jacket(Yes sir! No sir!) You heard me rightAre you gonna?(Yes sir! No sir!) That ain't no lifeAre 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 questionA rhyme from another dimensionA life filled with deceptionBuilt on some lies in the worst of intentions(Yes sir! No sir!) You heard me rightAre you gonna?(Yes sir! No sir!) That ain't no lifeAre 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?
