Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy "what for?" And if revolution isn't what's in store, how can you care anymore?
It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist
You're an archetype that they can pin to the wall When you cling to your convictions like a farm animal in its stall Never thinking of the bigger world outside, as they take you for a ride
It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip Because passion unabated can be readily conflated with belligerence
It's a dangerous slip and a conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip And the verdict won't be kind, cuz they're desperate for a viable alternative.
Take a stance. The resist stance. Take a stance. The resist stance. Take a stance. The resist stance. Take a stance. The resist stance!'