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Use My Third Arm
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pantera
Pantera
Performer
Dimebag Darrell
Dimebag Darrell
Guitar
Philip H. Anselmo
Philip H. Anselmo
Vocals
Rex Brown
Rex Brown
Bass Guitar
Vinnie Paul
Vinnie Paul
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dimebag Darrell
Dimebag Darrell
Songwriter
Philip H. Anselmo
Philip H. Anselmo
Songwriter
Rex Brown
Rex Brown
Songwriter
Vinnie Paul
Vinnie Paul
Songwriter
Pantera
Pantera
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pantera
Pantera
Co-Producer
Dimebag Darrell
Dimebag Darrell
Co-Producer
Philip H. Anselmo
Philip H. Anselmo
Co-Producer
Rex Brown
Rex Brown
Co-Producer
Vinnie Paul
Vinnie Paul
Producer
Sterling Winfield
Sterling Winfield
Mixing Engineer
Tim Kimsey
Tim Kimsey
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Producer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Enlight your sense of thought Of touch, of real, a shield An underground for this coward Building Blood in water scent It's like a raping Without judgement Boy in a pocket Balls in a bag Serve and protect you His dick his gun, his brain his badge A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long Absorb through pores the great escape Kill that fuck to show him up equal his displeasure now Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for Ourselves Arm yourself, a branch A third arm Expand your health Crawl inside euphoria Building Blood in water scent It's like a raping It's entrapment Boy in a pocket Balls in a bag Perverted handle His getting by is a fisted fuck A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long Absorb through pores the great escape Kill that fuck to show him up equal his displeasure now Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for Ourselves Half-assed for most his life Piss poor little ham Narc boy, a fake fuck limp dick Sucking up to the man And the world We need another Cold War Building Blood in water scent It's like a raping Without judgement Boy in a pocket Balls in a bag Perverted handle His dick his gun, his brain his badge Kill that fuck to show him up equal his displeasure now Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for Our fucking selves!
Writer(s): Rex Brown, Philip Anselmo, Darrell Lance Abbott, Vincent Paul Abbott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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