People say, you're way to drunk. Guess they don't trust you're into punk. They don't care when you are down. In fact they only seem to moan. Why do they
Why did you turn your head away? Why did you turn your back on me? What did we do wrong, what have we done? Is it us or are you the one? Back in the days
Now! I' m sitting here shitting around, and I don' t know yet what to think about. Sometimes I get the feeling to scream and shout, but nobody hears me
In my mind I'm just a child, playing and freaking, always getting wild. Can't you see, I can't grow up. Becoming an adult, I want it to stop. "It seems
Translation: Love Fist. Love Fist Fury.
Translation: Sceptic. Fist Of Fury.
Translation: Terrorvision. Fists Of Fury.
his fist a fist of fury but try to explain it to judge and jury who would believe a youth without pride fist of fury he threw in despair fist of fury
left I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage, one foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage, far from saved I'm a fist
down here A clouded mist in a darkened tunnel And twisted screams are growing near Now you're down here, you're gonna all stay 'Cause the howling furies
1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury
' in, to computers I be hackin' in To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin' I'm dabblin' in the Fists of Fury technique when
?ve been ripped into words Explained like physics leaving your vision blurred Helping the unrighteous men there is no need to worry Crush the wicked, in away with all his fists of fury
your vision blurred all them righteous men there is no need to worry crush the wicked in my way with these fists of fury I?m sorting rhymes all day everyday
a trace No worries, set you with flurries and no juries Eight million stories in the city of furies Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist I
a trace No worries, set you with flurries and no juries Eight million stories in the city of furies Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist