Razor - Taste The Floor song lyrics
Razor lyrics
At the pool hall, hustling dough
I'll beat the pansies and then I'll go
Out to the bar to pick a fight
Maim some rednecks 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, More: Out the door
Music magazines with fags on the front
They dress like women, their message is blunt
They make their money but their doing it wrong
Kissing ass and writng radio songs
Buying their records and seeing their shows
The general public likes their panty hose
I'm not as young as I used to be
But I'll still be thrashing at a hundred and three (you'll see!)
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!)
Violent Restitution (1988)
1. The Marshall Arts
2. Hypertension
3. Taste The Floor
4. Behind Bars
5. Below The Belt
6. I'll Only Say It Once
7. Enforcer
8. Violent Restitution
9. Out Of The Game
10. Edge Of The Razor
11. Eve Of The Storm
12. Discipline
13. Fed Up
14. Soldier Of Fortune