| Pro-Pain lyrics
One Man Army lyrics
Beat down like a pile of junk
Politically incorrect
We knew he deserved the best But he never got no respect
Six kids and an empty wallet
With a hole the size of a dime
Not a dollar or a dream to boot
He thanks God for a hell of a time
Here lies the middle class
What once was is now past
Our forefathers spent their lives cultivating this ?
One man army born and bred
Never cared much what no one said
Worked all dat till his fingers bled
He was a one man army
One day he bought a shotgun
And went home and sat on the bed
He downed more than a couple of drinks
That put the 's' word in his mouth
So the future is not so bright when everything looks so dim
Then he tought about who he loves
But thought more about who loves him
Too much pain and no gain
Suck the blood from my veins
I work too hard to have you
Take it all away
I see red when you see green
Kill us all when we turn 18
If oppertunity ever knocked
I guess we weren't home
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Bad Blood lyrics
The Truth Hurts lyrics
Put The Lights Out lyrics
Denial lyrics
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie lyrics
Down In The Dumps lyrics
The Beast Is Back lyrics
Switchblade Knife lyrics
Crush lyrics
Shine lyrics
State of mind lyrics
Gunya down lyrics
The mercy killings lyrics
Contents under pressure lyrics
Against the grain lyrics
Box city lyrics
Odd man out lyrics
Political suicide lyrics
Get Real lyrics
Time lyrics
No Love Lost lyrics
Don't Kill Yourself To Live lyrics
Love \ H8 lyrics
Life's Hard lyrics
Mark My Words lyrics
Stand Tall lyrics
In For The Kill lyrics
Act Of God lyrics
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I Remain lyrics
Time Will Tell lyrics
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Burn lyrics
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