Fist of Rage Kid Rock

[Verse 1]
Got to make this money
Gotta make this money
This money is me
This money is everything I do and see
Who are you to judge me
Just let me be - and let me breathe
I see this whole world headed for damnation
And I'm ready to leave
I can't believe this whole world twisted me
You fucking bigots, you fakes, you want to be's
I see the future and its looking grim
A lake of fire looking like a gonks whip

[Chorus]
I'm a fist of rage (one foot in the grave)
I'm a fist of rage (far from saved)
I'm a fist of rage (in a broken state)
(I'ma razor blade slitting through a wrist of hate)
I'm a fist of rage!
I'm a fist of rage!
I'm a fist of rage!
I'm a fist of rage!
Crack another bottle and let me knock one back

[Verse 2]
Huh-huh, Slim Jim's
And the tin men grins
Fat heads with dreads
And all the feds growing shark fins
Huh-huh, my girls knocked up
We're in love but she's young and I think I'm being locked up
I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsu
And a twist of brown for all the bullshit I been through
I'm looking for love but it's got too many dam faces
I can't win even with these four aces
My place is here with the mix and the tricks and sickos
I spend g's but only make nickels
My soul tickles
But this isn't even fun and games
My heart bleeds from the pleasures of the pain
My fuse is short and its lit like me I'm short
It's sketchy
It's getting hard to see
My heart bleeds believe it every dying breath
These people take and they take
Until there's nothing left