Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robb Flynn
Guitar
Adam Duce
Bass
Chris Kontos
Drums
Logan Mader
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Machine Head
Composer
Robb Flynn
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liz Sroka
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steven Werner
Assistant Engineer
Vincent Wojno
Mixing Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Colin Richardson
Mixing Engineer
Dave Mckean
Cover Art
Machine Head
Co-Producer
Songtexte
Go!
Get up!
What is a man that stays true to the game
But has to cheat a little to get by?
Well that's a person that I know too well
Don't want to know but I don't have to ask why
Everyone like a loaded gun
You want some shit, I'll fuckin' pound you, son
Don't need a reason, pain I'm feelin'
I gotta vent or else I blow inside
Introspection, termination, can't tell right from wrong
Fed up with this whole system, it's gone on far too long
You tell a thousand lies, been told a thousand times
Your words we hear, but we cannot sympathize
Thousand lies been told a thousand times
Hard as nails, the power to survive
Get up!
What is a man that stays true to the game
But can't believe some of the things he sees
Anger's a gift and I won't be kept down
In poverty there is no democracy
Used needle and a crack vile
A broken bottle and a bullet shell
This urban life is so volatile
An inner city or a concrete hell
Introspection, termination, can't tell right from wrong
Fed up with this whole system, it's gone on far too long
You tell a thousand lies, been told a thousand times
Your words we hear, but we cannot sympathize
Thousand lies been told a thousand times
Hard as nails, the power to survive
Go!
So pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, get up!
What is a man don't stay true to the game
Don't care for no one, only cares for his greed
He's playin' God, killin' thousands of people
'Cause the power is the fix that he needs
Racist goal of the white devil
I watched our souls burnin' over oil
A politician got no feelin'
It makes my motherfuckin' cold blood boil
Introspection, termination, can't tell right from wrong
Fed up with this whole system, it's gone on far too long
You tell a thousand lies, been told a thousand times
Your words we hear, but we cannot sympathize
Thousand lies been told a thousand times
Hard as nails, the power to survive
Slow (slow)
Slow (slow)
Slow (slow)
Writer(s): Robert Conrad Flynn, Logan Conrad Mader, Adam Merwan Duce, Chris Kontos
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