Lyrics: Q-factor. Stand Up In The Name Of Archibald Tuttle.

Stand up for yourself. Go!
Sit down, shut up.
No, then get the fuck up.
Don't let others always do for you.
Pampered into a coma by a world you hate.
Yet, you let it nuture you.
Stupid and lazy, right where they want you.
Coddled into complacency to give up and die.
To take a stand, it's gotta be your own feet, not the prepackaged newly improved ones they want you to buy.
Stand up for yourself.
Get up off the floor and get that welcome sign off your back.
It's time to get the taste of their shoes out of your mouth and stand.