《Bury the Hatchet》歌词

[00:03:24] Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist

[00:03:24] Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks

[00:03:24] And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting

[00:03:24] A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure

[00:03:24] Attempting composure before a bullet in the mouth answers the questions of exposure

[00:03:24] And God of Sunday School fa莽ades and paycheques to validate the time I served abroad

[00:03:24] It all means nothing if I forget why I'm here

[00:03:24] To serve and protect my fist over fist mind under matter career

[00:03:24] That's why a man sounds kind of funny when he falls to his knees

[00:03:24] With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please spare his life

[00:03:24] While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives

[00:03:24] Then I hold up his chin and carve X's in his eyes

[00:03:24] I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life

[00:03:24] Because I am the prison guard