Taste The Floor — текст песни (Razor)

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
bying their records and seeing their shows
the 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!)