Die On Your Feet

There's a choice, a fucking line drawn
And a voice, back off or bring it on
A place, a first class racket
Some fucked 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 on some 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 (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?