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