for blood, the leaders Into the soon-to-be dead Chopping them down like leaves as The grass of the field turns red We are a band of brothers Disdaining
I'm just a boy from under the hood And I play in a rock and roll band I cut my first track I Stand Alone "Why you feel" I cut my second with a chainsaw
a numberless man in a chair Who'd just come back from the war And you wrap up his tired face in your hair And he hands you the apple core Then he touches
realise is that the rubber band stretched so far that when it snapped me back to earth I went through the earths crust, through the mantle, through the core
Mr. Failure, face it We don't wanna read your bullshit Your words are fake, we want 'em no more You're a wannabe to the core Hey Mr. Failure, silence
she never seems to notice me she doesn't care about my positivity, I try to take her by the hand, reminded her that I too am in a band, But she doesn
the things we plan All our ideas became direction And so we started the band If you wonder what we're fighting for It's to change the world with posi-core
But she never seems to notice me she doesn't care about my positivity, I try to take her by the hand, reminded her that I too am in a band, But she
cities to keep clean No locks, no gates, no property No states and no boundaries No trends, no fads, no macho man Stupid, idiot, cock-rock bands No cops
bitches wearing pink, hah My bad that's them 'niggas' N'Sync I'd bang Les Nubians from France to the Motherland Stretch Mona Lisa like a rubber band
my blessings one never do what they do two only you can be you three and everyone wanna keep scorin me whores but no too many people wanna go hard core
, a window and a door (close to insanity) One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw (close to insanity) One child prodigy with a vision in his core
Me buy a **** a couple rocks and the watch quit playin' Back on my greasy my neezy nobody bread whippin And for them ****' spectators I brought the band
Vem, vamos dancar ao sol Vem, que a banda vai passar Vem, ouvir o toque dos clarins Anunciando o carnaval E vao brilhando seus metais Por entre cores
down on the floor Nobody goes above decks No, not no more They say the sun is still shining That you can feel it in your core But I ain't seen nobody
nobody's mild Giving it all that you've got. Wild is so right, metal tonight Faster than over the top. Open the door, enter hells core Black is the code
mild Giving it all that you've got. Wild is so right, metal tonight Faster than over the top. Open the door, enter hells core Black is the code for tonight
band Yes, we have the bass in the band But the drummer is the heart of the band The drummer is the soul of the band The drummer is the core of the band