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