We are opposing him but would you die to take him out?

The slightest look of fear, and we will fall before he's down

And I wonder, where's your head at young boy?

And I wonder if the violence brings you joy

And when the bombs fall down do you know who you're dying for?

In your poverty, claiming gold against the floor

And when he lies will you open your eyes? Do you even try?

Do you dare to cross the line?

And I wonder where's your head at young boy?

And you know too, all the lies, never tell but never fail to become truth