We only had forty-five minutes. Before we were to start our show. Our roadies had set up our gear. And we were (more than) ready to go. Then the owner of the bar came to see us.
Energy, you're hit by the train. A casualty of the social war. Artillery, the weapons I sling. Send you crashing and bleeding on the floor. Arteries, implode under skin.
Bitches call my phone, I don't pick it up. Its too early in the morn to let em hit me up. Me and my niggas hit the club, get em up. 3 bad Yellabone bitches finna pick em up.
At the gate the thrashers wait, with flesh of hardened steel. At the show the bitches go to such their nasty meal. Pounding meat, scorching heat, lick the dragon's bite.
Raging vultures approaching the clearing. Forbidden from cultures and ground. Striking to kill with power and glory. It's pain within pleasure they've found.
The Sons of Mayhem waiting. Time to start the fire. Volume overwhelming. Can't go any higher. Like a thunderhead above you. The storm is on it's way. With RAZOR 's edge we maim you.
You said I was mad, you said I'm insane. You said It couldn't be done. You want me to lose, you want me to die. Don't wont me to ruin your fun. I'm making a stand, I'm taking a chance.
"Good evening sports fans and welcome to what should. prove to be the best game of the year.. Hello everyone, I'm johnny bigmouth, welcoming you to. the final game of the world championship..
Mike Campagnolo and M-Bro. City lights are dimming. Kings and Queens alive. Flames of red are burning. As they diminish time. Eyes of greed are rising.
Give me the claw that rips at my side. Screaming with pleasure, spikes poking my eyes. Hustlers and losers scrapping in vain. Drinking the blood that's drawn from my brain.
My best friend Andy drove his car into a California live oak. while hes jacked on coke. we made him gravestone of scrabble letters. it sucks to die young while having fun.
All the pool hall, hustling dough. I'll beat the panzies and then I'll go. out to the bar, to pick a fight. main some redneck then hit the night. why am I always in a mood like this.
blame the bankers and I blame the politicians. but I give em power when I spend. and I am the one who voted them in. My world is fear and greed yeah. I've got no room for your Maslow needs.
Searching in the darkness, searching for the light. Looking to the darkness, putting up a fight. Iron chains surround you, you try to make a run. Someone near has found you, and now you see the sun.
You're in Bluffdale hiding out, reading my emails underground.. Warrantless wiretaps cloaked in a patriot act.. Our tax dollars wasted every day watching people online..
Victims of technology, trapped in future plans. Acting without asking, won't meet our demands. Stuck walking the straight line, opinions overthrown. Deep inside we feel it, chills us to the bone.
I fight the system 'cause I'm offended. Know what it means to be a pawn. Manipulated beyond all reason. You can't decide what's right or wrong. Absorb the pressure. avoid the pain.
Rooster meets lion.. No second chances.. This world will never match your dream world.. Wake up sweetie. Smell the coffee.. No second chances.. This world will never match your dream world..
Were in the slaughter drinking water. Rulers drinking wine. They stab the beast, a selfish feast. Set glare the crystal eye. Kings and Queens with witty dreams.