Lyrics:

You're Mouth's Still Moving
but I Can't Hear A Word You Say
you're Lips Ought To Be Sewed Shut
just To Seal Your Fate
why Don't You Ever Have
anything Good To Say
we're All Done Talking
all I Have For You Is Pain

so Get Up Or Walk Away
i Don't Wanna Play Your Game
there's No Reason, There's No Rhyme
i Got My Own Axe To Grind
so Get Up On Your Feet
this Is War Out In These Streets
there's No Reason, There's No Rhyme
i Got My Own Axe To Grind.

so Damn Tired Of This Lazy Son Of A Bitch
got No Time To Make A Rich Man Rich
we're All Done Talking, For Me This Is The End

don't Try To Hold Me Back
i'm Breaking Free, I'm On My Way