bless the right to arm The finger on the trigger The target in the sights And you will remember Death comes day or right I got a fistful of anger A
the days Please no more Ah my fist your face That's for sure Oh hoo yeah My fist your face That's for sure oh hoo My fist your face That's for
It's out of love, ooh hoo It's out of love Give me a little bit serious love Give me a little full love Be full of love Fists, fists, fists full of
I'm left to pick up The hints, the little symbols of your devotion So I'm left to pick up The hints, the little symbols of your devotion I feel your fists
can't feel you anymore - You are gone I can touch your skin but you aren't there Frustration burns in me, it's more than I can bear I wanna take you in my fists
Bleed, when you thought you knew Do you hear me shout?! Bleeding through my ribbon on my eyes (to come home). What I'm thinking now when I take you
are the ones that will open your mind Leave the weak and the haunted behind [4x] [Chorus] Ten Thousand fists in the air Ten Thousand fists in the air
You know its hard for me to accept that i will never have you , that you will always have the upper hand you own my heart i aint got much left so i am
AND MORE!! YOU SAID IT I HEARD IT!! CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!! DELETED, DEFEATED, EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER BEEN!! NO MERCY!! ITS THE WAY OF THE FIST!!
love sticks sweat drips break the lock if it don't fit a kick in the teeth is good for some a kiss with a fist is better than none a-woah a kiss with a fist
Of ol' Manhattin', Traffick pattin' Near de GAY WHITE WAY! I gets clammy, sayin' 'MAMMY' I gets chills all up my spine! I gets wistful, Wit a fistful
Right . . . well, oh, fuckin' . . . Bozzio: Beat this fuckin' surfist . . . Moire?: No way, [gato . . .] O'Hearn: Yeah, for Christ, beat it with your fist
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless,but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine
staring at the television but my eyes are blind and my ears are deaf since the baby ran away man *OH DEAR I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU STANDING THERE WITH A FIST
the television but my eyes are blind and my ears are deaf since the baby ran away man OH DEAR I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU STANDING THERE WITH A FIST
another chalice) Out and out and out Out and out and out Shake a fist And let's breathe it in without Out and out and out Out and out and out Shake a fist
