There is nothing. No education. No family life to open my arms to.
You'd say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow.
I'll be broke in a gutter.
I know the opinion. A broken record. F*ck you and your college dream.
Fact is, we're stronger than all.
You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfect neighbors.
But I'm helping to legalize dope on your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.
You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain and cock. Deep down stronger than all.
A sad state of affairs. A crippled America. A pipe dream buttf*cked.
Immune. Stronger than all.
A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb.
For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time.
We've grown into a monster. An arrogant, explosive motherf*ck.
Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock.
Finally, the president in submission.
He holds out his hand on your television and draws back a stump. It's too late for some.
Far too late.
No more holdbacks. No more paying a cops paycheck.
Let him bust his own child. The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope.
The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap anything.
Hail Kings. The new Kings. Stronger than all.
A simple process to legalize. There would not be a choice but to take our side.
Be there no question of certain strengths.
Know this intention. Forever stronger than all.
Pantera - Far Beyond Driven Album Lyrics
Pantera - Far Beyond Driven Lyrics
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Becoming
A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory
Of shame birthed its gift.
No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.
Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more
Than a man. More than you ever were. Driven and burning
To rise beyond Jesus.
I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming Godsize
I found my life was slipping through my hands. Perhaps
Through death my life won't be so bad.
I can see you, can f*ck you, inside of you. Staring through
Your eyes. Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,
To realize my saving grasp. I of suicide. I the unlord.
I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming Godsize
Of shame birthed its gift.
No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.
Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more
Than a man. More than you ever were. Driven and burning
To rise beyond Jesus.
I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming Godsize
I found my life was slipping through my hands. Perhaps
Through death my life won't be so bad.
I can see you, can f*ck you, inside of you. Staring through
Your eyes. Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,
To realize my saving grasp. I of suicide. I the unlord.
I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming Godsize
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
5 Minutes Alone
I see you had your mind all made up you group of
Pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master
Plan transpired. -Something told me- this job had more to
Meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words some-
What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone
I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for
A fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter
Racist tool. -You can't burn me- I've spilled my guts out
In the past. Taken advantage of because you know where
I've come. My past.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone
Pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master
Plan transpired. -Something told me- this job had more to
Meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words some-
What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone
I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for
A fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter
Racist tool. -You can't burn me- I've spilled my guts out
In the past. Taken advantage of because you know where
I've come. My past.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Im Broken
I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones
Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing,
Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?
Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won.
Such values you taught your son. That's how.
Look at me now. I'm broken.
Inherit my life.
One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed
To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every
Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled
Blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost
Venereal Mother embrace the loss. That's how
Look at you now. You're broken
Inherit your life.
Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing,
Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?
Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won.
Such values you taught your son. That's how.
Look at me now. I'm broken.
Inherit my life.
One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed
To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every
Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled
Blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost
Venereal Mother embrace the loss. That's how
Look at you now. You're broken
Inherit your life.
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good Friends And A Bottle Of Pills
I f*cked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I f*cked your love.
She called me Daddy.
And I called her baby when I smacked her ass.
I called her sugar when I ate her alive till daylight.
And I slept with her all over me,
from forehead to ribcage I dripped her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying,
living out some brash fantasy, but no.
You were knocked out.
But we were all knocked out you know.
In a way
I serve too many masters.
We didn't know you'd break the bottle
that the magic came in to use those jagged shards
to cut our wrists and neck.
And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude.
But you wouldn't know what you were doing
because I didn't,
your girlfriend could have been a burn victim,
an amputee, a dead body.
But god damn I wanted to f*ck.
I'm losing what's left of my f*cking mind,
I serve too many f*cking masters.
(I told you. I told you motherf*cker)
While you snored and drooled, I f*cked your love.
She called me Daddy.
And I called her baby when I smacked her ass.
I called her sugar when I ate her alive till daylight.
And I slept with her all over me,
from forehead to ribcage I dripped her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying,
living out some brash fantasy, but no.
You were knocked out.
But we were all knocked out you know.
In a way
I serve too many masters.
We didn't know you'd break the bottle
that the magic came in to use those jagged shards
to cut our wrists and neck.
And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude.
But you wouldn't know what you were doing
because I didn't,
your girlfriend could have been a burn victim,
an amputee, a dead body.
But god damn I wanted to f*ck.
I'm losing what's left of my f*cking mind,
I serve too many f*cking masters.
(I told you. I told you motherf*cker)
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Hard Lines Sunken Cheeks
As a child I was given the gift to entertain you
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you
I drink all day, I smoke all day, I took Madonna's breath away
I've done it all but tap the vein
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old
You know it's bad, some may say sad a hangover is inspiration
Like a junkie I hurt for it, a bad trip, the emptiness
I never sleep or always sleep, a lack of fulfillment to me
Is me the big picture
These hard lines and sunken cheeks
Are part of what the Christians mean
To immortalize my situation
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old
Simply to thy ghost I cling (simply to thy ghost I cling)
Simply to thy ghost I reject (simply to thy ghost I reject)
Simply to thy ghost I give spit (simply to thy ghost I give spit)
Simply to thy ghost I cling (simply to thy ghost I cling)
Simply I reject (I reject)
Tempter, tempting, tempt me, molest me
You know that I'll submit
For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships
With those Christians you know they'll sell you
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you
I drink all day, I smoke all day, I took Madonna's breath away
I've done it all but tap the vein
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old
You know it's bad, some may say sad a hangover is inspiration
Like a junkie I hurt for it, a bad trip, the emptiness
I never sleep or always sleep, a lack of fulfillment to me
Is me the big picture
These hard lines and sunken cheeks
Are part of what the Christians mean
To immortalize my situation
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old
Simply to thy ghost I cling (simply to thy ghost I cling)
Simply to thy ghost I reject (simply to thy ghost I reject)
Simply to thy ghost I give spit (simply to thy ghost I give spit)
Simply to thy ghost I cling (simply to thy ghost I cling)
Simply I reject (I reject)
Tempter, tempting, tempt me, molest me
You know that I'll submit
For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships
With those Christians you know they'll sell you
My soul for a goat
Yet I'll outlive the old
Writer: Philip Anselmo, Rex Brown, Darrell Abbott, Vincent Abbott
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Slaughtered
One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.
At battle with a mass astringent. The bond
That blends the weak to the wise.
It's a safe assumption that you'd want
To save me now. But I'll never face castration.
For your sacred sow is left slaughtered.
Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brained
World saver. A fake god rests dead inside you.
It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now.
But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left
Slaughtered.
System destroyed. Exposed and unemployed. The fruit
Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to
Ignore reality's claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in your
Arm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made,
And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A big
F*cking joke.
Slaughter the pig, the self-righteous king for your own
Restoration. For your God is in your chest, and faith kills
What is precious, for death is unanswered.
Do sin.
At battle with a mass astringent. The bond
That blends the weak to the wise.
It's a safe assumption that you'd want
To save me now. But I'll never face castration.
For your sacred sow is left slaughtered.
Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brained
World saver. A fake god rests dead inside you.
It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now.
But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left
Slaughtered.
System destroyed. Exposed and unemployed. The fruit
Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to
Ignore reality's claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in your
Arm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made,
And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A big
F*cking joke.
Slaughter the pig, the self-righteous king for your own
Restoration. For your God is in your chest, and faith kills
What is precious, for death is unanswered.
Do sin.
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
25 Years
I vent my frustration at you old man,
after years your ears will hear.
You screamed you tried,
it's words of a weakling
and promises made by a liar, drunken liar.
Now you pick up that splintered chair,
that was aiming for your head.
A head that should have been long ago kicked in by me.
Alone.
I won't lose a second of sleep for this...
Don't touch me.
No!
Ever again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Orphaned to the dope and drinks,
I learned my lesson well, somehow from you.
No tears. Can't clutch my regrets.
But these years of detachment
have left me with demons now surfacing.
I'm becoming more than nothing.
You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?
You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence.
But now you don't have to dump me off,
Not again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
F*ck, no!
Ever again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
F*ck, no!
Don't touch me
Never again
I vow, lest I die tomorrow...
You'll never be the father I am.
The bastard father to the thousands
of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted.
The ones with fathers just like you.
We're f*cking you back.
I'm shoving my life right down your throat.
Can I find the guts?
Can I feel the heart?
Look at the ground as you choke me up,
does it taste like tequila?
Or failure?
We're f*cking you back
F*cking you back
We're f*cking you back
F*cking you back
after years your ears will hear.
You screamed you tried,
it's words of a weakling
and promises made by a liar, drunken liar.
Now you pick up that splintered chair,
that was aiming for your head.
A head that should have been long ago kicked in by me.
Alone.
I won't lose a second of sleep for this...
Don't touch me.
No!
Ever again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Orphaned to the dope and drinks,
I learned my lesson well, somehow from you.
No tears. Can't clutch my regrets.
But these years of detachment
have left me with demons now surfacing.
I'm becoming more than nothing.
You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?
You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence.
But now you don't have to dump me off,
Not again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
F*ck, no!
Ever again
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
Don't touch me
F*ck, no!
Don't touch me
Never again
I vow, lest I die tomorrow...
You'll never be the father I am.
The bastard father to the thousands
of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted.
The ones with fathers just like you.
We're f*cking you back.
I'm shoving my life right down your throat.
Can I find the guts?
Can I feel the heart?
Look at the ground as you choke me up,
does it taste like tequila?
Or failure?
We're f*cking you back
F*cking you back
We're f*cking you back
F*cking you back
Writer: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Shedding Skin
I don't want you to look at me while
I'm shedding skin.
I can't afford for you to see what's in.
I'd rather shoot myself than have you watch me.
I feel you'd steal my skin to try and wear me.
I was betrayed, one more day of my short life.
You were carried away. You had no shame.
To suffocate my being.
I was me, but you weren't you.
You were sticking to me like a scab...
so I peeled you away, and bled for days.
Then stepped out of myself.
I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in.
Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside.
I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem.
I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin.
I don't think you belong in here,
I feel I'm sick.
Don't ask because you know damn well where I've been.
I've kept a simple woman through the thick and thin.
But I've found the guts to sever from my Siamese twin.
I throw you away. Everyday. A dead part of life.
Strangling back. Seething black.
In between my longing for torture.
Blood on my face that came from your face.
The mix of kissing and bleeding.
I put you away. I shut you away.
I pissed you away. I threw you away.
I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in.
Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside.
I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem.
I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin.
You're f*cking, and sucking.
You're friendless. It's endless.
Your flower has soured.
It's endless. You're friendless.
It's harder. And stronger.
But no one's been inside you longer.
Or harder. Or deeper.
To get you off, you need the fear.
It's never love. Bloody touch.
Broken wrist. Needle rust.
Choking throat. Swallowed teeth.
Head f*ck. No peace.
I'm shedding my skin to peel you off of me.
You've got to love me.
Ornament. Shrunken head.
Playtoy. Snake strike.
Poisonous. Syphilis.
Drenched me. Soaked me.
I'm shedding my skin to drain you out of me.
You've got to hate me.
I'm shedding skin.
I can't afford for you to see what's in.
I'd rather shoot myself than have you watch me.
I feel you'd steal my skin to try and wear me.
I was betrayed, one more day of my short life.
You were carried away. You had no shame.
To suffocate my being.
I was me, but you weren't you.
You were sticking to me like a scab...
so I peeled you away, and bled for days.
Then stepped out of myself.
I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in.
Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside.
I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem.
I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin.
I don't think you belong in here,
I feel I'm sick.
Don't ask because you know damn well where I've been.
I've kept a simple woman through the thick and thin.
But I've found the guts to sever from my Siamese twin.
I throw you away. Everyday. A dead part of life.
Strangling back. Seething black.
In between my longing for torture.
Blood on my face that came from your face.
The mix of kissing and bleeding.
I put you away. I shut you away.
I pissed you away. I threw you away.
I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in.
Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside.
I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem.
I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin.
You're f*cking, and sucking.
You're friendless. It's endless.
Your flower has soured.
It's endless. You're friendless.
It's harder. And stronger.
But no one's been inside you longer.
Or harder. Or deeper.
To get you off, you need the fear.
It's never love. Bloody touch.
Broken wrist. Needle rust.
Choking throat. Swallowed teeth.
Head f*ck. No peace.
I'm shedding my skin to peel you off of me.
You've got to love me.
Ornament. Shrunken head.
Playtoy. Snake strike.
Poisonous. Syphilis.
Drenched me. Soaked me.
I'm shedding my skin to drain you out of me.
You've got to hate me.
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Use My Third Arm
Enlight your sense of thought, of touch, of real, a shield
An underground for this coward
Building a blood in water scent
It's like some raping, without judgement
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Serve and protect you
His dick his gun, his brain his badge
A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long
Absorb through pores the great escape
Aah
Kill that f*ck to show him up
Equal his displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the f*ck we live for
Ourselves (ourselves, ourselves, ourselves)
Arm yourself, a branch, a third arm
Expand your health, crawl inside euphoria
Building a blood in water scent
It's like a raping, it's entrapment
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Perverted handle, his getting by is a fisted f*ck
A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long
Absorb through pores the great escape
Aah
Kill that f*ck to show him up
Equal his displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the f*ck we live for
Ourselves
Half assed for most his life
Piss poor little ham
Narc boy, a fake f*ck limp dick
Sucking up to the man, yeah
And the world
We need another cold war
Building a blood in water scent
It's like a raping, without judgement
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Perverted handle, his dick his gun, his brain his badge
Aah
Kill that f*ck to show him up
Equal his displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the f*ck we live for
Our f*cking selves (ourselves, ourselves, ourselves)
An underground for this coward
Building a blood in water scent
It's like some raping, without judgement
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Serve and protect you
His dick his gun, his brain his badge
A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long
Absorb through pores the great escape
Aah
Kill that f*ck to show him up
Equal his displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the f*ck we live for
Ourselves (ourselves, ourselves, ourselves)
Arm yourself, a branch, a third arm
Expand your health, crawl inside euphoria
Building a blood in water scent
It's like a raping, it's entrapment
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Perverted handle, his getting by is a fisted f*ck
A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long
Absorb through pores the great escape
Aah
Kill that f*ck to show him up
Equal his displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the f*ck we live for
Ourselves
Half assed for most his life
Piss poor little ham
Narc boy, a fake f*ck limp dick
Sucking up to the man, yeah
And the world
We need another cold war
Building a blood in water scent
It's like a raping, without judgement
Boy in a pocket, balls in a bag
Perverted handle, his dick his gun, his brain his badge
Aah
Kill that f*ck to show him up
Equal his displeasure now
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the f*ck we live for
Our f*cking selves (ourselves, ourselves, ourselves)
Writer: Philip Anselmo, Rex Brown, Darrell Abbott, Vincent Abbott
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Throes Of Rejection
This is feeding what I am
It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound
It's the type of pain you really dig and long for
I've always been insecure to open up and show love
Some pretty girl with long hair, some bald guy writhing
Rejection
The kind that's self induced
Rejection
The tongue that's bitten through
Rejection
The nauseating stab
Rejection
Is feeding what I am
A short fuse
If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly
She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted more
But no, I'm reduced to a rohypnal snort, a lot of drinks
This shit goes on and on, just look down my pants
Rejection
It ain't a f*cking game
Rejection
My human dick to blame
Rejection
A sociopathic plan
Rejection
Is feeding what I am
Rejection
Takes life away from eyes
Rejection
Will give you to the skies
Rejection
It makes me more than a man
Rejection
Is drowning what I am
It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound
It's the type of pain you really dig and long for
I've always been insecure to open up and show love
Some pretty girl with long hair, some bald guy writhing
Rejection
The kind that's self induced
Rejection
The tongue that's bitten through
Rejection
The nauseating stab
Rejection
Is feeding what I am
A short fuse
If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly
She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted more
But no, I'm reduced to a rohypnal snort, a lot of drinks
This shit goes on and on, just look down my pants
Rejection
It ain't a f*cking game
Rejection
My human dick to blame
Rejection
A sociopathic plan
Rejection
Is feeding what I am
Rejection
Takes life away from eyes
Rejection
Will give you to the skies
Rejection
It makes me more than a man
Rejection
Is drowning what I am
Writer: Philip Anselmo, Rex Brown, Darrell Lance Abbott, Vincent Paul Abbott
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Planet Caravan
[ Originally by Black Sabbath ]
[Black Sabbath song taken from the Paranoid album]
We sail through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always
While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
Of great god Mars
As we travel the universe
Writer: VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT, DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, REX BROWN, PHILIP ANSELMO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Badge
[ Originally by Poison Idea ]
Young and dumb, truth and justice fantasy.
Fresh out of the academy.
Five time loser bust his head, make your day.
Unless you're paid off to look away.
Do you think this corruption will ever stop?
What makes a person wanna be a cop?
Ran a red light, storm the house and bust the guy.
Do you like to see his children cry?
The badge means you suck, a child lays there dead.
As you look back, what goes through your head?
Some still call him pig.
Pick-up a hooker, take her for a little ride.
But get sucked off on the side.
Sworn to serve and protect, forget the killing,
Badge wearing fascist villain.
Pissed in the street, you bust the guy.
Do you like to see his children cry?
The badge means you suck, a child lays there dead.
As you look back, what goes through your head?
Young and tough, truth and justice fantasy.
Fresh out of the academy.
Five time loser, bust his head, make your day.
Unlesss you're paid off then you look away.
He burned a flag, storm the house and bust the guy.
Do you like to see his children cry?
Ran a red light, take her for a little ride,
But get sucked off on the side.
The badge means you suck, a child lays there dead.
As you look back, what goes through your head?
Talk to them, you can work it out.
You better not even try it.
You make a play for his gun.
They'll kill you: say it was a riot. Riot!!!
What's behind the badge?
Writer: JERRY LANG, TOM ROBERTS
Copyright: Lyrics © RICHIE DAGGER MUSIC, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © RICHIE DAGGER MUSIC, LLC
Far Beyond Driven is the seventh studio album by American heavy metal band Pantera, released on March 22, 1994, by Elektra Records and East West Records. Pantera's fastest-selling album, it peaked at number 1 on the Billboard 200 and was certified Platinum by the RIAA. The album was also certified Platinum by the Canadian Recording Industry Association.
Far Beyond Driven is the first album by Pantera where the band's guitarist Darrell Abbott is credited as "Dimebag Darrell", having changed his nickname from "Diamond Darrell" soon after Vulgar Display of Power was released. The Japanese and the Driven Downunder Tour '94 Souvenir Collection editions contain a bonus thirteenth track, "The Badge", a Poison Idea cover. This cover was also featured on The Crow soundtrack.
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PanteraFar Beyond Driven is the first album by Pantera where the band's guitarist Darrell Abbott is credited as "Dimebag Darrell", having changed his nickname from "Diamond Darrell" soon after Vulgar Display of Power was released. The Japanese and the Driven Downunder Tour '94 Souvenir Collection editions contain a bonus thirteenth track, "The Badge", a Poison Idea cover. This cover was also featured on The Crow soundtrack.
Genre(s): Groove metal
Producer(s): Terry Date
Length: 56:19
Released: March 22nd, 1994
Year: 1994