Well Grind That Axe for a Long Time — текст песни (Pantera)

Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads

Southern are the sons, lords unmatched

- their eyes dont look right, should they be trusted now?

Trashed-mouth gods, avoided kings

With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth



(chorus)

Every fucking year it stays the same

Everybody changes to suit the day

Out of pride Ill isolate my fears

Never turned our backs on why were here

Well grind that axe for a long time



Follow close, train of fools

Just like them, just like you

- their eyes dont seem right.

easily impressed plague, dressed up fake

No respect



(chorus)

Every fucking year remains the same

Everybody sucks-up to suit the day

Out of hate Ill isolate myself

Through the worst we still marched into hell

Well grind that axe for a long time (x4)

The smell in the air is chicken shit.



Well grind that axe for a long time (x2)

Well grind that axe

Well grind that axe for a long time



(chorus)

Every fucking song remains the same

To everyone who sucks-up for the fame

Out of strength you know we speak the truth

Every trend that dies is living proof

Well grind that axe for a long time