Razor - Taste The Floor Şarkı Sözleri

Razor şarkıcısının popüler şarkılarından Taste The Floor şarkısının sözlerini sizlerle paylaşıyoruz. Razor - Taste The Floor Şarkı Sözleri sitemize 26 Ekim 2014 Pazar tarihinde admin tarafından eklenmiştir.

All the pool hall, hustling dough
I'll beat the panzies and then I'll go
Out to the bar, to pick a fight
Main some redneck then hit the night
Why am I always in a mood like this
I don't know, ain't no psychiatrist
This nagging feeling, that I've got won't quit
I feel no pain and I don't give a shit

Left, right, fight-taste the floor
Two, four, move-out the door

Music magazines with fags on the front
They dress like women, their message is blunt
They make their money, but they're doing it wrong
Kissing ass and writing radio songs
Buying their records and seeing their shows
Yhe general public likes their panty hose
I'm not as younged as I used to be
But I'll still be thrashing at a hundred and three
(You'll see)
But they think I'm psycho, they think I'm deranged
I wear my leather, but I'm not that strange
I walk the streets but I hate what I see
Like a book by it's cover, they're judging me
(Fuck off!)