Текст песни RAZOR - Taste The Floor   
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				Текст песни RAZOR - Taste The Floor 
				 
				 
				 
				 
					music by Adam Carlo; lyrics by Dave CarloAt the pool hall, hustling doughI'll beat the pansies and then I'll goOut to the bar to pick a fightMaim some rednecks then hit the nightWhy am I always in a mood like this(  )I don't know, ain't no psychiatristThis nagging feeling that I've got won't quitI feel no pain and I don't give a shitLeft, Right, Fight: Taste the floorTwo, Four, More: Out the doorMusic magazines with fags on the frontThey dress like women, their message is bluntThey make their money but their doing it wrongKissing ass and writng radio songsBuying their records and seeing their shows