Taste the Floor

Taste the Floor - Razor

Written by：Metal Casker

All the pool hall hustling dough

I'll beat the panzies and then I'll go

Out to the bar to pick a fightmain some redneck then hit the night

Why am I always in a mood like this

I don't know ain't no psychiatrist

This nagging feeling that I've got won't quit

I feel no pain and I don't give a sh*t

Left right fight taste the floor

Two four move out the door

Music magazines with fags on the front

They dress like women their message is blunt

They make their money but they're doing it wrong

Kissing a** and writing radio songs

Bying their records and seeing their shows

The general public likes their panty hose

I'm not as younged as I used to be

But I'll still be thrashing at a hundred and three

Left right fight taste the floor

Two four move out the door

But they think I'm psycho they think I'm deranged

I wear my leather but I'm not that strange

I walk the streets but I hate what I see

Like a book by it's cover they're judging me

F**k off

Left right fight taste the floor

Two four move out the door

Left right fight taste the floor

Two four move out the door