Bite the Hand

Bite the hand that feeds
And kill it if it bleeds
I’d rather die on my feet
Than to live on my knees

The revolution has come
It cannot be undone
The revolution has come
It cannot be undone

Those masses of street cattle
Waiting here to die
I was born with teeth
So they will feel my bite

Bite the hand that feeds
And kill it if it bleeds
I’d rather die on my feet
Than to live on my knees

The revolution has come
It cannot be undone
The revolution has come
I’t cannot be undone

Those masses of street cattle
Waiting here to die
I was born with teeth
So they will feel my bite