Cold, Hard Fact

(Album: The Killing Kind - 1996)

Here it come
I said here it comes
Here it come

I'm push n' pulling, back and forth and gain no ground
A knocking down n' pound pound pound! Huh!
A kicking screaming, wac duct taped to make no sound
A sitting still to take the pow

Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot
Bring it

Longer you live, you get what you give what you're reaping
First out alive, is the one to survive you are creeping
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah

A spitting blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes
A kiss my ass n' born to loose. Huh
Like Mr. Blond, tap dancing dali on P.D.
All tied up in misery pow

Passing the buck as you run outta luck you are weeping
Crossing the line, as you run out of time are you creeping?
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah
Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back yeah
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya

Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah
Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back yeah
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya

Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot