Where It Hurts

(álbum: W.F.O. - 1994)

Sucking on a screw down
Lie lapping break down
Kissing up the boy while the church burns down
Making up to God
Making up your bed
Lying up the God, playing dead

I see the fizzle where the bombs fell on the beach
Tell me why the truth is what's stuck between your teeth

No one's leaving till I say so
Hold that breathing, this much I know

I know, where it hurts

Open up the flood gates
Open up the seven gates
Open up the door, hear the church burns down
Streaking like a comet
Choking on yer vomit
One more roll play dead
Lord, I feel the pressure coming down upon my head
Lord tell me why the truth is sometimes better dead

Hit the streets, hit the wall
Hit the sheets, have a ball
In the mouth, in the face
In the teeth, take a taste
Hit me where it hurts
Come on and hit me where it hurts

Make 'em pay, make a stand
Break away, be a man
Who ya be, who ya are
Where ya live, what ya are
Hit you where it hurts
Gonna hit you where it hurts

Playing dead, dead dead

No one leaving till I say so
No more reason, this much I know

Where it hurts