Razor

Below The Belt

Razor


They called me a liar, a cheat and a thief 
they called me a sleaze and a creep 
they said I was stupid, they said I was wrong 
they told me my brain was asleep 
they new all along that I'd take revenge 
get even for all of their lies 
the truth doesn't hurt as much as this dirt 
so now I must plot their demise 

Don't: don't critisize or try to be wise 
or I'll kick you in the teeth 
don't: don't make me fight, at least not tonight 
or they'll be laying your wreath 

Don't know who they are but they can't be far 
so I'll hurt them down and make 'em pay 
I've heard it before, I've heard it too much 
I heard it only yesterday 
they think they are smart, thy think they're tough 
well let 'em say it to my face 
cause when I am through, I'll promise you 
below the belt, my fist I'll place