Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Taste the Floor , by - Razor. Song from the album Violent Restitution, in the genre Release date: 04.05.2015
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Taste the Floor |
| 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!) |