Pro-Pain Lyrics

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One Man Army Lyrics

Beat down like a pile of junk

 Politically incorrect

 We knew he deserved the best But he never got no respect

 Six kids and an empty wallet

 With a hole the size of a dime

 Not a dollar or a dream to boot

 He thanks God for a hell of a time

 

 Here lies the middle class

 What once was is now past

 Our forefathers spent their lives cultivating this ?

 One man army born and bred

 Never cared much what no one said

 Worked all dat till his fingers bled

 He was a one man army

 

 One day he bought a shotgun

 And went home and sat on the bed

 He downed more than a couple of drinks

 That put the 's' word in his mouth

 So the future is not so bright when everything looks so dim

 Then he tought about who he loves

 But thought more about who loves him

 

 Too much pain and no gain

 Suck the blood from my veins

 I work too hard to have you

 Take it all away

 

 I see red when you see green

 Kill us all when we turn 18

 If oppertunity ever knocked

 I guess we weren't home