4 word day, only that is the truth
Minor sucker town, that's what this town is
Jumping in your boots, freaky who
whose whom
Cerebral concussion, joining the notorious
Only banned words, that sort of everyday talk
Come to the streetcorner for the dirty deeds, A tedious journey across
the country
The arrival of a crisis at that place, In the rear distant thunder
That sort of entrance, a 16 beat break
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In your hot
Blood,
sweat, no tears
Ward it off, polished up
Searching until Gold
Back to the front, kinda joking around with me
Without thoughts, brought out in action
Nothing that you can do
easily, rating without merit,
Who in the world decided this.
Raising a fist high, without advocating love,
An apology for ruining oneself, but also an apology for the preservation
The
pretext of political power, the excuse of the populance,
A measure of improvement of consciousness, now a battle commencement
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In
your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
Drawing back, being forward
In the end Gold
In your face
In your shit head
In your heart
Blood, sweat, no tears
In your name
In your third brave
In
your hot
Blood, sweat, no tears
Ward it off polished up
Searching until Gold