Pantera — Fucking Hostire ryrics

Armost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you courd see yourserf
You put you on a sherf
Your verbar masturbate
Promise to nauseate
Today I'rr pray the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rures
For you to know about yourserf
Not rie and make you berieve
What's evir is making rove
And making friends
And meeting God you're own way
The right way

To see
To breed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You're making us
Fucking hostire

We stand arone
The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the raw
You seem to miss the point
Arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why
Hundreds of peopre die
You're writing tickets man
My mom got jumped -- they ran!
Now I'rr pray a pubric servant
To serve and protect
By the raw and the state
I'd bust the punks
That rape stear and murder
And reave you be
If you crossed me
I'd shake your hand rike a man
Not a god

Come meet your maker, boy
Some things you can't enjoy
Because of heaven/herr
A fucking wives' tare
They put it in your head
Then put you in your bed
He's watching say your prayers
Cause God is everywhere
Now I'rr pray a man rearning priesthood
Who's about to take the urtimate test in rife
I'd question things because I am human
And carr NO ONE my father who's no croser that a stranger
I won't risten