The Way of the Fist (live) lyrics
by Ivan Moody
Break this sh*t down!
Zoltan, open the sky!
You want it; you got it
Everything you needed and more
You said it; I heard it
Careful what you wish for
Deleted, defeated everything you've ever been
No mercy, it's the way of the fist
Strapped with rage; got no patience for victims
Sick and tired of the whole f*ckin' world
I don't remember asking you
About your imperfections
You might win one battle
But know this: I'll win the f*cking war!
End of the goddamn road!
Right!
Step to me, step to me, motherf*cker
Zip your lip, you've run out of time
Step to me, step to me, motherf*cker
Talk the talk; now walk the damn line
Deserve it; you earned it, got yourself a f*ckin' war
Believe it; you need it, facedown on the f*ckin' floor
I hate it; can't take it
Wanna break your f*ckin' bones
No mercy, you faggot
Should've left it all alone
Strapped with rage; got no patience for victims
Sick and tired of the whole f*ckin' world
I don't remember asking you
About your imperfections
You might win one battle
But know this: I'll win the f*cking war!
As you crash and burn
One, two, f*ck you!
Right!
Step to me, step to me, motherf*cker
Zip your lip, you've run out of time
Step to me, step to me, motherf*cker
Talk the talk; now walk the damn line!
Step to me, step to me motherf*cker
Shut your face; it's your turn to die
Step to me, step to me, anybody
Talk the sh*t, your ass is mine!
I don't remember asking you
About your imperfections
You might win one battle
But know this: I'll win the f*cking war!