If you grow a set of balls It just might change your life There's nothing worse than a beaten man Who whines and cries with strife
I will not lend a hand Let them die in pain And yet I still forgive
Pathetic lack of strength Your lack of all respect I've been used before The memories I've kept I warned you long ago Don't ever doubt my mind Until you clear your head Then fuck you and your kind
I will not lend a hand Let them die in pain And yet I still forgive Let them die in pain
The enemy falls by my side The enemy crawls by my side