Ace to the Face

I'm on the subway, I ride alone

Four in the morning, I'm heading home

My walkman's wailing, I'm a little high

Typical night in the heat of July

I'm just sitting there, bangin' my head

Headphones are loud enough to wake the dead

My eyes are closed, the subway stops

I lift my lids to spot three jocks

(...or did I dream it...)

Their lips are moving, I can't hear a sound

They look at me and then they laugh

I back the volume down

But, I keep on bangin', actin' like I'm deaf

Their laughing at my leather and studs

and the albums on my left

(...this is where I stand...)

Shut yer faces faggots, you piss me off,

and when I get mad... someone gets offed

ACE TO THE FACE, A FOREARM SMASH

UNDER THE EYE, A DRIPPING GASH

ACE TO THE FACE, A KICK IN THE NUTS

ACE TO THE FACE, A KNIFE IN THE GUTS

All is quiet blood, creeps the floor

The subway stops, I head for the door

Up the stairs to the breeze on the street

I get outta there, still sweating from the heat

(...or did I dream it... I dunno...)

Those fucking assholes, they had it coming

You cut down a thrasher, you get a cuttin'

Metal is raging again, screaming in my phones

I wake up, just in time for my stop,

resuming my trip home