Head? Chest? Or Foot? lyrics
by Propagandhi



Three choices. One bullet.one trigger. Guess whogets to pull it? One leader. Onethousand slaves. For everythrone there's one thousandgraves. (give or take a grave)You're all the same. Just partof their machine. Perpetuatetheir dream. They subsidizeyour nightclubs and theysubsidize your malls. Theyherd and brand the masseswithin painted prison walls.Until your freedom ofASSEMBLY becomes themissiles they create orjust mass delusion dancingto this music that youFUCKing hate. But I'm not the same. I'mnot part of your fuckingmachine. I'll jeopordizetheir dream. I'd rather be imprisoned ina George Orwell-ian world,then this pacified societyof happy boyz + gurlz.I'd rather know my enemiesand let you know the same.Whose windows to smash +whose tires to slash +where to point the FUCKingblame. One future. Two choices:Oppose them or let themdestroy us.