All or Nothing 50.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Intro] [Acoustic guitar strums a dark, minor chord progression. A low harmonica wails in the distance.] [Verse] [Male] You’re weighing out the man before you weigh the sin Checking for the badge or the color of the skin If the soul is on your side, you let the devil slide But if he’s on the other, you want his head on a platter dried That ain’t justice, darling, that’s just a tribal game Where the crime is secondary to the family name. [Verse] [Female] Oh, spare me the lecture from the middle of the road That "both sides" poison is a heavy, hollow load You’re sitting on the fence while the world is set on fire Calling it "neutral" while the flames climb higher The right is throwing stones, and you’re counting up the pebbles Ignoring the fascists and the home-grown rebels. [Chorus] [Both - Harmony] Is it all or nothing? Or is it just the name? Are we killing the monster or joining the game? If the action is the anchor, then the scales stay true But you’re judging the red and you’re judging the blue It’s an identity crisis in a house of glass Watching the shadows of the seasons pass Give me the truth, or give me the sting In the end, it’s all... or it’s nothing. [Verse] [Male] If I held the reins, the shadows would go lean From the island of the elite to the border scene No "get out of jail" card for the friends in high places I’d put the same cuffs on all the guilty faces Action-driven logic, it don’t care for your team It wakes the world up from this partisan dream. [Verse] [Female] [Scoffs/Laughs] You’re a "Centrist" now? A relic of the past? Who can’t tell a human right from a shadow cast? Did you graduate from a school built on a lie? While you ignore the violence passing you by? It’s patently obvious, you’re just afraid to stand While the blood of the innocent soaks into the sand. [Bridge] [Male] The real joke is the pride in the lack of the thought The way your convictions are so easily bought You’re sick to your stomach at a world that is fair Because your "holy" attributes wouldn't get you anywhere [Female] Keep talking, love, this is fun for a while Watching a ghost try to walk down the aisle You owe me a drink for the myths that you spin In a world where you lose before you begin. [Guitar Solo] [Distorted telecaster solo, blending bluesy bends with a sharp, aggressive country twang.] [Outro] [Both] It’s all or nothing... [Male] Judge the hand that pulled the trigger. [Female] Judge the heart that’s getting bigger. [Both] It’s all... Or it’s nothing at all. [Fade out with a final, resonating acoustic pluck.]