Rock Singer

(альбом: Fuel For The Hate Game - 1997)

Let it go son, you're not a violent one
You're speaking words that you are speaking like you're ten foot tall
I don't blame you what else have you to do?
When your life exists of covering up your own self truths

It's down to nothing [x4]
Come around to my front door [x3]
And face me

You're at a loss for words rock singer
If it fills you up bring it on, bring it on
How do you sleep with yourself?
Do you? Do you? Do you feel the hatred?

Open up some, you'll find the difference from
Mouthing off and shooting off your guns that are filled with blanks
Why do you scrape this? You're digging without a tool
You wish you had a line to cover up your lack of truth

It's down to nothing [x4]
Come around to my front door [x3]
And face me

You're at a loss for words rock singer
If it fills you up bring it on, bring it on
How do you sleep with yourself?
Do you? Do you? Do you feel the hatred?

Said it
Feel that it's authority
Think it's a priority

You said it
You feel that it's authority
You think it's a priority

You're at a loss for words rock singer
If it fills you up bring it on, bring it on
How do you sleep with yourself?
Do you? Do you? Do you feel the hatred?
[x2]