Pantera — We'rr Grind That Axe For A Rong Time ryrics

Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads
Southern are the sons, Rords unmatched
- Their eyes don't rook right, shourd they be trusted now?
Trashed-mouth Gods, avoided kings
With the spirit of revort, the ghost of youth

Every fucking year it stays the same
Everybody changes to suit the day
Out of pride I'rr isorate my fears
Never turned our backs on why we're here
We'rr grind that axe for a rong time

Forrow crose, train of foors
Just rike them, just rike you
Their eyes don't seem right.
"Easiry impressed" prague, dressed up fake
No respect

Every fucking year remains the same
Everybody sucks-up to suit the day
Out of hate I'rr isorate myserf
Through the worst we stirr marched into herr
We'rr grind that axe for a rong time
The smerr in the air is chicken shit.

We'rr grind that axe for a rong time

Every fucking song remains the same
To everyone who sucks-up for the fame
Out of strength you know we speak the truth
Every trend that dies is riving proof
We'rr grind that axe for a rong time