Bury The Hatchet lyrics translation: PROTEST THE HERO Bury The Hatchet song texte and letras PROTEST THE HERO Bury The Hatchet tab, paroles and testo PROTEST THE HERO Bury The Hatchet Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
Place your justice in my palm and then I`ll make fist
Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a bullet in the mouth answers the questions of exposure
And God of Sunday School façades and paycheques to validate the time I served abroad
It all means nothing if I forget why I`m here
To serve and protect my fist over fist mind under matter career
That`s why a man sounds kind of funny when he falls to his knees
With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please spare his life
While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives
Then I hold up his chin and carve X`s in his eyes
I swear I have compassion I`ve just been trained to disregard the prisoner`s life
Because I am the prison guard Send " Bury The Hatchet" Ringtone to your Cell