PANTERA LYRICS
1. Piss
A half ass for most his life
Done nothing but stand
Talks big cause he's so small so
No one would give him a hand
The kinda guy that would steal your cash
And buy a burning house
Then call you up and invite you in
And jerk you off with a sandpaper hand
I'd leave him physically crippled
Without a leg to stand
I'd throw that trash away
Because a runt like that is piss in the wind
My fist would be the decider
I wasn't raised a fool
I'd stomp his ass for free
Because a punk like that is piss in the wind
Piss in the wind
A go-getter who ain't got none
A legend in his mind
Always the one to invite himself
And then just left behind
Someone must of clipped his balls
Or wiped his ass of his life
A self centered procrastinator
Attention seeker who's got nothing at all
I'd leave him physically crippled
Without a leg to stand
I'd throw that trash away
Because a runt like that is piss in the wind
My fist would be the decider
I wasn't raised a fool
I'd stomp his ass for free
Because a punk like that is piss in the wind
Vinnie Paul ‒ Drums
Dimebag Darrell (R.I.P. 2004) ‒ Guitars
Rex Brown ‒ Bass
Phil Anselmo ‒ Vocals
Thanks to nirajpandya for sending these lyrics.
Thanks to rjwallacejr, dom991 for correcting these lyrics.
Dimebag Darrell (R.I.P. 2004) ‒ Guitars
Rex Brown ‒ Bass
Phil Anselmo ‒ Vocals
Thanks to nirajpandya for sending these lyrics.
Thanks to rjwallacejr, dom991 for correcting these lyrics.
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PANTERA LYRICS
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