Pile Driver lyrics
by Clutch
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)You put me in the clutches of sinMaking me a burning specimenOf worn animosity, just to aspireLeaving absolutely nothing behindBut now it seems that the tables have turnedAnother dead end, another lesson learnedOne good turn deserves anotherSo here it is, motherfuckerYou're just a semi-automatic hate machineSemi-automatic hate machineSemi-automatic hate machineAnd I've gone ballistic???????????????????Give me an axe to grindA practice made perfect, matter over mindI've got the urge, I've got the urgeTo clean up this place of your scourgeIf cleanliness is next to GodlinessThen that would make you the devilCall it what you will, a pre-emptive strikeBut the first law of nature is to defend one's lifeYou're just a semi-automatic hate machineSemi-automatic hate machineSemi-automatic hate machineAnd I've gone ballisticMine eyes have seen the gloryMine eyes have seen the gloryGrapes of wrathGrapes of wrathYou're just a semi-automatic hate machineSemi-automatic hate machineSemi-automatic hate machineAnd I've gone ballisticAnd you're just a statistic
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