[Pantera]


1, 2, 3, 4

Almost every day

I see the same face

On broken picture tube

It fits the attitude

If you could see yourself

You put you on a shelf

Your verbal masturbate

Promise to nauseate

Today I'll play the part of non-parent

Not make a hundred rules

For you to know about yourself

Not lie and make you believe what's evil

Is making love and making friends

And meeting God your own way

The right way


To see

To bleed

It cannot be taught

In turn

You are making us

Definitely hostile


We stand alone


The truth in right and wrong

The boundaries of the law

You seem to miss the point

Arresting for a Martini?

You seem to wonder why

Hundreds of people die

You're writing tickets man

My mom got jumped, they ran!

And now I'll play a public servant

To serve and protect

By the law and the state

I'd bust the punks

That rape, steal and murder

And leave you be

If you crossed me

I'd shake your hand like a man

Not a god

No way


To see

To bleed

It cannot be taught

In turn

You are making all of us

Definitely hostile


We stand alone


Come meet your maker boy

Some things you can't enjoy

Because of heaven/hell

A bloody wives' tale

They put it in your head

Then put you in your bed

He's watching say your prayers

Cause God is everywhere

And now I'll play a man learning priesthood

Who's about to take

The ultimate test in life

I'd question things because I am human

And call NO ONE my father

Who's no closer than a stranger

I won't listen


To see

To bleed

It cannot be taught

In turn

You are making us

Definitely

So very

Mmmmm...

Fucking hostile