If I'd been born somewhere else
It might have been me holding the gun now
If you'd been born somewhere else
It might have been you sitting where I am
For all your talk about choices
We don't get to choose those things
If I weren't chained to this chair
I would be right up in your face
And you know what I'd be saying to you?
Fuck you, you death-worshipping fascist!
And you know what my answer would be