Pro-Pain Lyrics

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Against The Grain Lyrics

Man went on a mission

 To save the day

 He started a militia

 Called crime does pay

 Everywhere he went

 The crowds would gather 'round

 As he posted propaganda

 All throughout the town

 Violence everywhere

 Blame the government

 Show us that you care

 How's the money spent ?

 Said it once before

 That ignorance is bliss

 And media's a whore

 All because of this

 Prison you made

 It's built to last

 How can you stoop so low

 The fate of our futures in the past

 There's nowhere for us to go but

 Against the grain

 Politics is business

 And business sucks

 Extortion is the key

 To making bigger bucks

 Judges taking bribes

 While golfing on the green

 While the lawyers get some grease

 To oil their machine

 Promise everywhere

 None they'll ever keep

 Justice isn't fair

 Pockets gettin deep

 Patience running out

 The people gettin' pissed

 We never had a doubt

 They'd wash their hands of the

 Prison you made

 It's built to last

 How can you stoop so low

 The fate of our futures in the past

 There's nowhere for us to go but

 Against the grain

 I got armor on my back

 And eyes in the back of my head

 So behold the overthrow