Put your hand upon the trigger of a loaded gun and call him nigger
With the hate you’d not wish upon yourself
Gay white boy livin’ in a lonely world that sits to judge him
With the hate they’d not bring upon themselves
You’re gonna break him down
(just) So you can hear the sound
You’re gonna break him
Substitute your enemy
For your suicidal tendency
You’re dead
Chosen son, you gotta mission and a diplomatic gun, he buys into it
For a price you’d not wish upon yourself
Scared young girl, no pious gonna feed her son, but sit to judge her
With the hate they’d not bring upon themselves
You’re gonna break her down
Without a choice around
You’re gonna break her
Substitute your enemy
For your suicidal tendency
You’re dead
Put your hand upon the trigger of a loaded gun and call him nigger
With the hate you’d not wish upon yourself
Rain come down, don’t give no shelter. When it shines throw some shit and push it under
With the hate you’d not bring upon yourself
You’re gonna break him down
When all your fear comes round
You’re gonna break him
Substitute your enemy
For your suicidal tendency
Anyone who disagrees
Finds themselves six down or on their knees
Put your hands….
(FIN)
