Only One

Pain. Made to order.

Pain. Made to order.

Pain. Made to order.

Pain.



Sittin', slappen, scatt'n on my back, try'n to relax

Think'n about the facts of the cracks runnin' through the pack

Division in thought about the war to be fought

For tryin' to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks

They say they mean no disrespect, but dis' is in effect

I take to heart the part I play everyday

Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another

Keep runnin' your mouth, but don't call me brother



I'm try'n to find someone on my side

'Cause bang'n heads all the time starts to grind at my gear And at my will

But persistent I am still

So when one insubordinate fucker tries to test me

Blow to the head, then an entrail rend

Guts on the floor, but you want more

Show you the strength of the tenth rank

Pain is the only way to teach kids these days



Opened your eyes

Now realized

Talk back to me

Your punk-ass dies



Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away



I'm all you know

Where will you go

Valhalla's gone

With your soul



Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away

Only one of us walks away