Pain
Made to order
Pain
Made to order
Pain
Made to order
Pain
Sittin’, slappen, scatt’n on my back, try’n to relax
Think’n about the facts of the crack runnin’ through the pack
Division in thought about the war to be fought
For tryin’ to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks
They say they mean no disrespect, but dis’ is in effect
I take to heart the part I play everyday
Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another
Keep runnin’ your mouth, but don’t call me brother
I’m try’n to find someone on my side
‘Cause bang’n heads all of the time starts to grind
At my gear and at my will
But persistent I am still
So when one insubordinate fucker tries to test me
Blow to the head, then an entrail rend
Guts on the floor, but you want more
Show you the strength of the tenth rank
Pain is the only way to teach kids these days
Opened your eyes
Now realized
Talk back to me
Your punk-ass dies.
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
I’m all you know
Where will you go
Valhalla is gone
Along with your soul
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away
Only one of us walks away