Pain. Made to order Pain. Made to order Pain. Made to order Pain!
Slappin', sittin', scattin' on my back tryin' to relax Thinkin' about the facts of the crack runnin' through the pack Division in thought about the war to be fought For tryin' to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks They say they mean no disrespect, but this is in effect I take to heart the part I play everyday Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another Keep runnin' your mouth, but don't call me brother
I'm tryin' to find someone on my side 'Cause bangin' heads all the time starts to grind at my gear and at my will But, persistent I am still So when one insubordinate fucker tries to test me Blow to the head, then an entrail rend Guts on the floor, but you want more? Show you the strength of tenth rank Pain is the only way to teach kids these days
Open your eyes. You've realized Talk back to me. Your punk-ass dies
Only one of us walks away Only one of us walks away Only one of us walks away Only one of us walks away I'm all you know. Where will you go? Valhalla's gone. With your soul
Only one of us walks away Only one of us walks away Only one of us walks away Only one of us walks away Only one of us walks away. (Walk the fuck away!) (Watch it!) Only one of us walks away. (Walk the fuck away!) (Watch it!) Only one of us walks away. (Walk the fuck away!) (Watch it!) Only one of us walks away. (Walk the fuck away!) (Watch it!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
