Get or Be Got

Get or be got, who's the best shot?/
Who'll be the one laughing when the winner takes the pot?/
Get or be got, who's the big shot?/
Who'll be the one laughing while the rest lay to rot?/
Get or be got, who's the best shot?/
Who'll be the one smiling while the rest dig their plots?/
Get or be got, who's the big shot?/
Who'll be the top crab to pull down and bloodclot!

Place your naked neck up on the chopping block/
Turn your ear, swallow up the hemlock/
Rest your temple on the barrel, make sure it's cocked/
Limits are drawn like hopscotch in white chalk/
On sidewalks that bounce souls back to the soft clouds/
Murder and chaos are silenced by the shrouds/
That are wrapped around the crushed head of the dilettante/
Who won't know in death that they considered him a savant/
For the bathroom walls he bombed with a scribbled font/
That read, "Resentment is based on a silly want"/
Suicide begets the first act of rebel thought/
The lower crust busts back with angelic onslaught/
Indifferent to death, but adamant about costs/
Of dignity lost and swathed with a bloody cloth/
All is not lost if the absolute is recognized/
Revolt without cost is a paradox, suicide/
Acts as the first recognition of rule defied/
Put into action, then murder is justified/
With resolve that a right cannot be denied/
Revolvers, sticks, knives... we use as our reply/
But, eye for an eye will make revolt nullified/
Back to resentment, cemented in foolish pride/
Revolt is based on the premise there is a line/
That oppressors have crossed and they did so by design/
Find a way to express how a right's defined/
Every tool is a weapon if you know how to hold it right/
Every tool is a weapon if you know how to hold it right/
Every tool is a weapon if you know how to hold it right/
Every tool is a weapon if you know how to hold it right/
Every tool is a weapon if you know how to hold it right/
Every tool is a weapon if you know how to hold it right/
Every tool is a weapon if you know how to hold it right/

Strapped up, elastic tape around plastic/
Drastic measures cause immeasurable panic/
Fuck the checkpoint, if they find it I'll blow there/
If I duck the bastards, then the cafe? I'll blow there/
John Brown present day, press on with precedence/
Burn down the colony, take over the residence/
Respect was lost for a fair fight, as evidenced/
By the lifetime I've spent losing relatives/
By the contracts that lost all their relevance/
By the contacts of mortars on my tenements/
By the tanks that roll over my family/
By the banks that fund all of my enemies/
By the mines we step on in open fields/
By the seeds we plant that will never yield/
By the votes denied us with no appeal/
By the ropes that separate ground from heels/
By the batons they hopelessly choke us with/
By the bombs they throw at our only kids/
By the fires they set in our homes and it's/
Enough to take me right over the edge with this/
I'm beyond redemption, I suggest you hedge your bets/
Protected by holy right, life-force infinite/
The line is crossed, so I'm crossing back over it/
Inflicting the same pain on those who first taught me it/
They'll pay with their throats opened up with shrapnel/
They'll die with dishonor stitched to their lapels/
If they live, they'll do so looking up at castles/
To see what they've reaped when Baby Beast rebels/
Winds of society change their evil ways/
As history rears up and spits back in your face/
History rears up, spits back in your face/
History rears up, spits back in your face/
History rears up, spits back in your face!

Get or be got, who's the best shot?/
Who'll be the one laughing when the winner takes the pot?/
Get or be got, who's the big shot?/
Who'll be the one laughing while the rest lay to rot?/
Get or be got, who's the best shot?/
Who'll be the one smiling while the rest dig their plots?/
Get or be got, who's the big shot?/
Who'll be the top crab to pull down and bloodclot!