Woorden:
House Of Pain House And The Rising Son

pub And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it And

your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it And take ya for a ride to where I reside Put your face in my pillow, and have

pub And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it And

shots And drug spots, well, if you're too poor to move out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts And you doubt God

Coast Where it all started what're you retarded You're startin' to trip from that Jheri Curl drip Soakin' in your brain the house of pain Is causin' pain and feelin' pain

cut your gut and spill it Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it And take ya for a ride to where I reside Put your face in my pillow, and

in wayside, watch your backside White and black crime is what goes on And life goes on And life goes on And life goes on And life goes on And on and

gun The painful stings of flying things have worn away his flesh and popped his eyes. At the blackness, he lashes out and cries: "You cowards and your

And the battle began God against giant And giant against god The brave armies clashed After a long battle Both giants and gods Laid on the ground Never to rise