Axe To Grind

You're mouth's still moving

But I can't hear a word you say

You're lips ought to be sewed shut,

Just to seal your fate

Why don't you ever have

Anything good to say

We're all done talking,

All I have for you is pain.

So get up or walk away,

I don't wanna play your game

There's no reason, there's no rhyme,

I got my own axe to grind

So get up on your feet,

This is war out in these streets

There's no reason, there's no rhyme,

I got my own axe to grind.

So damn tired of this lazy son of a bitch

Got no time to make a rich man rich

We're all done talking, for me this is the end.

Don't try to hold me back,

I'm breaking free, I'm on my way