"We'll Grind That Axe For A Long Time" lyrics
Wears ten crowns, dragons' heads
Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched
Your eyes don't look right
Should they be trusted now?
Trashed-mouth gods, avoided kings
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth
Every fucking year it stays the same
Everybody changes to suit the day
Out of pride I'll isolate my fears
Never turned our backs on why we're here
We'll grind that axe for a long time
Follow close, train of fools
Just like them, just like you
Their eyes don't seem right
Easily impressed plague, dressed up fake
No respect
Every fucking year remains the same
Everybody sucks up to suit the day
Out of hate I'll isolate myself
Through the worst we still marched into hell
We'll grind that axe for a long time
We'll grind that axe for a long time
(And I'll say it again)
We'll grind that axe for a long time
(And a-fuckin'-gain, I'll say...)
We'll grind that axe for a long time
The smell in the air is chicken shit
We'll grind that axe for a long time
We'll grind that axe for a long time
We'll grind that axe
We'll grind that axe
We'll grind that axe
For a long time
Every fucking song remains the same
To everyone who sucks-up for the fame
Out of strength you know we speak the truth
Every trend that dies is living proof
We'll grind that axe for a long time
Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched
Your eyes don't look right
Should they be trusted now?
Trashed-mouth gods, avoided kings
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth
Every fucking year it stays the same
Everybody changes to suit the day
Out of pride I'll isolate my fears
Never turned our backs on why we're here
We'll grind that axe for a long time
Follow close, train of fools
Just like them, just like you
Their eyes don't seem right
Easily impressed plague, dressed up fake
No respect
Every fucking year remains the same
Everybody sucks up to suit the day
Out of hate I'll isolate myself
Through the worst we still marched into hell
We'll grind that axe for a long time
We'll grind that axe for a long time
(And I'll say it again)
We'll grind that axe for a long time
(And a-fuckin'-gain, I'll say...)
We'll grind that axe for a long time
The smell in the air is chicken shit
We'll grind that axe for a long time
We'll grind that axe for a long time
We'll grind that axe
We'll grind that axe
We'll grind that axe
For a long time
Every fucking song remains the same
To everyone who sucks-up for the fame
Out of strength you know we speak the truth
Every trend that dies is living proof
We'll grind that axe for a long time
Writer(s): Rex Brown, Philip Anselmo, Darrell Lance Abbott, Vincent Paul Abbott
