chop lips for days, so what's up with you? Always so quick to judge but last up to the plate. Knocked out with a lethal dose of me and a fistful of hate
Now, this is the end. You cannot mistake this is it, it's over my friend. Like they say, "it's been real". Your questions, like me just get old, and that
Eyes on fire, burning flames, seas of blood. Skies of soot, acid rain, toxic mud. Tortured souls in body bags, scents of death. Melted limbs, blood on
, you poisoned the well from heaven to hell and then you wonder why you can't fuckin think for yourself anymore. The end - does it justify the means? Angst and disgust - American dreams. I hate
can. Raise hell, and I wish you well. I stand to reason, I'm just a man With a fistful of hate! With a fistful of hate! Fistful of hate! Fistful of hate
Malicious intent, that's what he meant when he placed a fuckin price on your head. Plenty of proof to believe in all of the shit that was said. Licensed
Oh, freedom rings, and the press keeps bringing the news. Black clouds hang over us keep us fucking singing the blues. Texas tea means nothing to me.
fuck what you say. I lie bleeding to lick my wounds and throw down mother fucker to get my way God is on my side, and this will cause you pain. Watch
we're not looking to make amends. Let them eat crow! In search of life on status quo, so Godspeed, go! Our Northern Lights are getting low, so Godspeed, go! Taste the pain
So here alone in place I sit. All my friends ain't closely knit. Watch the passers by all day, wishing some would come my way. Hit the bottle after
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I am to me, not what you think, or what you see. How would you feel if I would tell you to fuck off, and the reason - for keepin it real. Always the
