We'll Grind That Axe for a Long Time

Wears ten crowns, dragons' heads Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched Your eyes don't look right Should they be trusted now? Trashed-mouth gods, avoided kings Spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth Every fucking year it stays the same Everybody changes to suit the day Out of pride I'll isolate my fears Never turned our backs on why we're here We'll grind that axe for a long time Follow close, train of fools Just like them, just like you Their eyes don't seem right Easily impressed plague Dressed up fake, no respect Every fucking year remains the same Everybody sucks up to suit the day Out of hate I'll isolate myself Through the worst we still marched into hell We'll grind that axe for a long time We'll grind that axe for a long time, and I'll say it again We'll grind that axe for a long time, and a-fuckin'-gain, I'll say We'll grind that axe for a long time Ah, the smell in the air is chicken shit We'll grind that axe for a long time We'll grind that axe for a long time We'll grind that axe, we'll grind that axe We'll grind that axe for a long time Every fucking song remains the same To everyone who sucks-up for the fame Out of strength you know we speak the truth Every trend that dies is living proof We'll grind that axe for a long time --- We'll Grind That Axe for a Long Time - Pantera