Pound for Pound Songtext
von Mystery Machine

Pull together the violence
Make a run for the door
There′s a hole going right through his head
Sometimes hard to ignore

That man has a thousand faces
A devil cut you down
It's a white hot knife through your back
A fever pound for


Here′s an old man breaking his back
Staring straight at the sun
Getting harder to think for himself
And a wandering one

That man has a thousand faces
A devil cut you down
It's a white hot knife through your back
A fever pound for

Go down where you go
Or follow me home
Take the time to meet my tribe
You will not tire