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, 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
In the spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip
Because passion unabated can be readily conflated
As belligerence
It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift
In 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!