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• Artiste: Razor
• Titre: Brass Knuckles
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Pressure is building inside Strengthening desire to kill Tension rips through my veins increasing hardcore hatred my will Angered. I reach in my coat My fingers find my weapon of brass Planting. my fist in your face A violence fix, I'm kicking your ass Punch out your lights Fist fighting every night Fractured. your face Left you a total disgrace No one knows the life I've been living No one really fucking cares I used to try and mind my own business Until I saw society stare I took a look around at the world we both see And all I saw were losers and scum People living lives with no meaning Alcoholics sucking down rum Businessmen in suits with no purpose Politicians milking the crowd Family men just working their balls off Old folks with their tv's too loud My parents wish that I was a doctor At least a person they could respect My parents want to know why I turned out wrong They wont to know why I'm not correct All I can say Is that I live my way And if that doesn't satisfy you I'II wear my pair of solid brass knuckles And I'II use 'em 'til my time is through