Cold, Hard Fact - Overkill

Here it come

I said, here it come

Here it come

I’m pushing, pulling

Back and forth and gain no ground

The knocking down and

Pound, pound, pound

A kicking, screaming

Whack duct taped to make no sound

I’m sitting still to take the pound

Pound, pound

Going hard with

A bang, bang, bang, shot

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Longer you live, you get what you give

What you’re reaping

First out alive is the one to survive

You are creeping

Cold, hard fact

Gonna get you in the back, yeah

Cold, hard fact

Gonna put it in your back, yeah

Cold, hard fact

Gonna get you in the back, yeah

Cold, hard fact

Gonna put it in your, put it in your

A spitting blood and teeth and guts

Out on your shoes

A kiss my ass and born to lose

Like Mister Blond

Tap dancing Dalí on P. D

All tied up in misery, pound

Going hard with

A bang, bang, bang, shot

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Passing the buck as you run out of luck

Are you weeping?

Crossing the line as you run out of time

Are you creeping?

Cold, hard fact

Gonna put it in your back, yeah

Cold, hard fact

Gonna stick it in your back, yeah

Cold, hard fact

Gonna put it in your back, yeah

Said, yeah jerk

Gonna put it in your, put it in your

Cold, hard fact

Gonna get you in the back, yeah

Cold, hard fact

Gonna put it in your back, yeah

Cold, hard fact

Gonna slip it in your back, yeah

Say, yeah jerk

Put it in your, put it in your

Going down hard with

A bang, bang, bang, shot