Devil's Little Guinea Pig

Six feet as can be
That's inside the room
But that's exactly where there should be
Right in your face
So you can mirror that
And stare into that soul
And scream with all you have
That this is real

We won't move
We won't be pushed aside
This dream we have
We will not let it die
We are driven forward by the pride
Of knowing what we're part of deep inside

Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd

Your rueous intent
To get your foot inside
The door that leads to revolution
Has made you blind
Because I can't describe
That shiver in my spine
When those brethren in the dungeon
Are all as one

We won't move
We won't be pushed aside
This dream we have
We will not let it die
We are driven forward by the pride
Of knowing what we're part of deep inside

Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd

Dance in the toilet
With dogs under skin
Do you feel me?
You've got things wrong
So tell me why you write songs
So you can stick your penis down
And drag them through
You've got things wrong

You turn your nose at every word
But music is communication

We won't move
We won't be pushed aside
This dream we have
We will not let it die
We are driven forward by the pride
Of knowing what we're part of deep inside

Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd
Roots in the crowd

Ask yourself why you do this