Taken from the second album 'A Bullet Called Pride'. Released 2005 Produced and engineered by Steve "Lord Of Metal" Watkins at Warehouse Studios, Oxford.
Chris Minney- Vocals & Guitar, Dan Peach- Rhythm Guitar, Charlie Cooper- Drums, outro guitar solo & Vocals, Andy Pancheri- Bass.
It starts with one man standin’ tall, labelled a fool. Army of one. Testin’ the rule.
Contestin’ the moves that won’t let you sober.
Subtle tho’, ‘cos when ya row against the flow they’ll turn you over.
Slaves to the grind and the system.
Mind-control, don’t see ya own development arrestin’.
Another day, another dollar, constrained to follow the path of least resistance like a scripture. This is sickness…
Whoa….. Ya gotta war comin your way. Gon’ shake yow ass like an earthquake.
One for the goons asleep-at-the-plate.
Realize the slumber heralds-a blunder.
Too late they wake and make me driving home the point of a fat wedge.
Punch like a Panzer, hide like a viper, livin’ righteous, lookin’ to incite all the snipers.
Energized organized reprisals. So now ya know girl. When ya gotta go girl, ya gotta blow…
Whoa… this is the end of the road,
Don’t see tomorrow, it’s not there for you.
There’s nowhere for you, just despair, nightmares everywhere,
Every day, it never goes away…
It never goes away. It never goes away, no.
Ya keep pushin’ and pushin’ my buttons I’m ready to blow.
Red-lined hard-line nuclear psycho.
Pent up, hell-bent to deconstruct the structure that adopts ya, corrupts ya.
Livin’ a nightmare, but ya wide awake, no time to waste. Life’s crystal clear, my way.
Public servant. Serve the disturbed, deserving to learn life the hard way.
Cut throat, gun smoke, eyes shut, lost hope.
Sunk boat, slow poke, violent, in joke.
Cross town, smack down, pit-fight, man down.
Last round, hate found, stand up, fall down.
This is the shit that makes your world go round.
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