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Look at the grudge I bear, d'ya think I wanna be a part of the scene Look at the clothes I'm wearing on the pages of your magazine I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here Listen to what I'm sayin, is it really what you want me to hear Back in the saddle baby, cos I'm never gonna disappear I know for a fact that my mind's in a mess but my concience is clear So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here I'm not the kind who can just run and hide when the going gets tough I do believe theres a trick up my sleeve when it all gets too much Day after day, I have toiled away through the blood and the grit And if it aint broke, we gotta break it Crawl through the blood Crawl through the grit Crawl through the filth Crawl through the shit Crawl through the pain Crawl through the spit And if it aint broke, you gotta break it Well look at the scars I bear, d'ya really think I wanna be in the scene Look at the way you've turned into just another fucking machine Letras de cancionesI do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here Crawl through the blood Crawl through the grit Crawl through the filth Crawl through the shit Crawl through the pain Crawl through the spit And if it aint broke, you gotta break it (The progress stops here) From Letras Mania