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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robb Flynn
Robb Flynn
Guitar
Adam Duce
Adam Duce
Bass
Chris Kontos
Chris Kontos
Drums
Logan Mader
Logan Mader
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Machine Head
Machine Head
Composer
Robb Flynn
Robb Flynn
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liz Sroka
Liz Sroka
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steven Werner
Steven Werner
Assistant Engineer
Vincent Wojno
Vincent Wojno
Mixing Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Colin Richardson
Colin Richardson
Mixing Engineer
Dave Mckean
Dave Mckean
Cover Art
Machine Head
Machine Head
Co-Producer

Letras

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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