Letras

You, don’t tell me, what to want, what to say
You, don’t tell me, what to think, whom to pray
It is my pick, I got my own voice,
I rule my destiny, I lead my own life
Have my own brains, since I was born
Not a blank sheet you can fucking write on

[Pre-chorus]

Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
In the face of these hicks
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
No brainwashing here
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
In the nose of these pricks
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up

You, can’t tell me, to look neat, to speak low
You, can’t tell me “cut your hair”, dress smart
It’s my own way, not a fucking trend
Don’t need to wear, flashy costly brands
Yes I’m out, of the dumbest elite
Can’t stand trendy brainwashed motherfuckers

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus]
If they bullshit are selling
to idolize this and that
middle finger up you show them
live by what you think is right
stand your ground against repression
whatever way it comes to you
middle finger up to haters
who think they got the only truth

Put Your
[Pre-chorus]

You, can’t tell me, not to mosh, how to feel
You, can’t tell me, what to listen, what to do
This is metal, not a fucking bible
Not a soldier, following commands
Just listen to my own taste
No ball and chains you fucking retard!

[Chorus]
[Pre-chorus]

Put your,
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
In the face of these hicks
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
No indoctrinating here
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
In the nose of these pricks
Middle finger up
Middle finger up
Middle finger up

Middle Finger up!