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 The spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve To a fundamentalist, yeah
You're an archetype, 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 The spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip Because passion unabated can be readily conflated With belligerence, go
It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift The spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip And the verdict won't be kind 'Cause 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