Besedila: Overkill. Wrecking Your Neck Live. Where It Hurts.

Suckin' on a screw down, lie lappin' break down
Kissin' up the boy, while the Church burns down
Makin' up to God, makin' up your bed
Lyin' up the God, playin' dead

I see the fizzle where the bombs fell on the beach
Tell me why the truth is what's stuck between your teeth

No one's leaving, till I say so
Hold that breathin', this much I know
I know, where it hurts
I know, where it hurts
I know, where it hurts

Open up the flood gates, open up the seven gates
Open up the door, hear the church burns down
Streakin' like a comet, chokin' on your vomit
One more roll play dead

I feel the pressure comin' down upon my head
Lord tell me why the truth is sometimes better dead

No one's leaving, till I say so
Hold that breathin', this much I know!
I know
I know
I know

Hit the streets, hit the wall
Hit the sheets, have a ball
In the mouth, in the face
In the teeth, take a taste

Hit me where it hurts
Come on and, hit me where it hurts

Make 'em pay, make a stand
Break away, be a man
Who ya be? Who ya are?
Where ya live? What ya are?

Hit you where it hurts
Gonna hit you where it hurts, hit

Suckin' on a screw down, lie lappin' break down
Kissin' up the boy, while the Church burns down
Makin' up to God, makin' up your bed
Lyin' up the God, playin' dead, playin' dead, dead dead

No one's leaving, till I say so
No more reason, this much I know
I know, where it hurts
I know, where it hurts
I know, where it hurts

Where it hurts
Where it hurts
Where it hurts