The Underground in America Songtext
von Pantera
The Underground in America Songtext
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what′s stronger than most of the world
Glass breaks, the dimming lights, sweat, heat and profane debate
The smart ones stay on the outside, while drunken heads and arms erupt
Centered man, swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures odd
A punk rock escapade, five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd
We are the ones who must sport the position
Cheap beer, trendy clicks, lesbian love is accepted and right
Shaved heads meet hair in the mix,
Blending the 80's and 90′s with hate
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Of the world
Shows on, dates canceled, kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair
Skin crusts against the cops, a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat
Ringworm, crabs and lice, V.D, ecstasy, speed and horse
A heaven, of unmatched importance
An honor of sex to be stuck by the punk
We are the ones who must sport the position
Rich homes, with money and food,
Abandoned for the bums on the street
A lifestyle that′s unexplainable, don′t try and save what is all meant to be
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
If it is free, from a family that′s seen, you can just keep it
If you must beg, it's better instead, you must follow the etiquette - Fake
You know when it rains you′re in your bed at home
You act so real when you are alone - Fake
You better not let the mohawked crowd see, haha ya fuck
Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings
The trend is dead
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what′s stronger than most of the world
Glass breaks, the dimming lights, sweat, heat and profane debate
The smart ones stay on the outside, while drunken heads and arms erupt
Centered man, swings a punch, spits a tooth, postures odd
A punk rock escapade, five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd
We are the ones who must sport the position
Cheap beer, trendy clicks, lesbian love is accepted and right
Shaved heads meet hair in the mix,
Blending the 80's and 90′s with hate
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Of the world
Shows on, dates canceled, kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair
Skin crusts against the cops, a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat
Ringworm, crabs and lice, V.D, ecstasy, speed and horse
A heaven, of unmatched importance
An honor of sex to be stuck by the punk
We are the ones who must sport the position
Rich homes, with money and food,
Abandoned for the bums on the street
A lifestyle that′s unexplainable, don′t try and save what is all meant to be
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
If it is free, from a family that′s seen, you can just keep it
If you must beg, it's better instead, you must follow the etiquette - Fake
You know when it rains you′re in your bed at home
You act so real when you are alone - Fake
You better not let the mohawked crowd see, haha ya fuck
Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings
The trend is dead
Writer(s): Rex Brown, Philip Anselmo, Darrell Lance Abbott, Vincent Paul Abbott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
