Lyrics:

A slave to your pleasure, a slave to your painA slave to a business, a mistress, a wifeSlave to the bottle the needle or knifeAn accident of birth or a spin of the wheelSelect your next master and feel how it feelsOn your kneesInto the night that you'll never rememberOn your kneesBow to the crowd of a thousand oppressorsEnsalved by the dealers or the jun kies themselvesEnsnared by self pity or the sweet lie of wealthAfraid to stop running or frozen in placeAfraid to begin or finish the raceAwake from the drugs or asleep from the wineThe doors are all open, they close from behindOn your kneesInto the night that you'll never rememberOn your kneesBow to the crowd of a trhousand oppressorsOn your kneesInto the night that you'll never rememberOn your kneesBow to the crowd of a thousaand oppressorsOh, awake from the drugs or asleep from the wineThe doors are all open, they close from behindWhatever you choose there's a suicide clauseYou die of neglect or you die to applauseOn your kneesInto the night that you'll never rememberOn your kneesBow to the crowd of a trhousand oppressorsOn your kneesInto the night that you'll never rememberOn your kneesBow to the crowd of a thousaand oppressorsSlave to your lovers and slave to your lessers
Riot On Your Knees