"Whose Fist Is This Anyway?" lyrics
"Whose Fist Is This Anyway?"
Playing for the hate team
Shut out, cut out of the mainstream
If you like to play victim
You play your part so well
That's how we'll treat you
If it suits you so well
Hey now, its all turning
Watch your world burn
Hey now, its all burning
Watch your world turn
Playing on the hate team
Shut out, cut out of the mainstream
Playing for the hate team
Hate team
Hey now, its all burning
Watch your world turn
Hey now, it's all turning
Watch your world burn
If you never felt decent
And you feel rather mean
Don't wear your hurt so pathetic
Let your mind set you free, yeah
Playin' on the hate team
Shut out, cut out of the mainstream
Whose fist is this anyway?
Whose fist is this anyway?
Whose fist is this anyway?
Whose fist is this anyway?
Whose fist is this anyway?
Whose fist is this anyway?
Whose fist is this anyway?
Whose fist is this anyway?
Writer(s): Ted Parsons, Thomas Victor
- AZLyrics
- P
- Prong Lyrics
album:
"Cleansing" (1994)
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