The Resist Stance

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